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THE  OPEN  ROAD 
LIBRARY  OF  JUVENILE 
LITERATURE 


™es»stories 

COMPILED  AND  EDITED  BY 

MARION  FLORENCE  LANSING  MA 


ILLUSTRATED     DY 

CHARLES    COPELAND 


GINN  AND  COMPANY 

BOSTON  •  NEW  YORK 
CHICAGO  -LONDON 


Copyright,  1907,  by 
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PREFACE 

RJiymcs  and  Stories  is  the  first  volume  of  an 
intended  series  under  the  general  title,  "The  Open 
Road  Library  of  Juvenile  Literature."  The  object 
of  the  series  is  to  provide  a  consecutive  course  of 
reading  which  shall  embrace  the  lines  of  children's 
interests  and  the  requirement  for  their  mental  equip- 
ment. Fairy  and  folk  lore,  myth  and  legend,  history 
and  story,  exploration  and  invention,  nature  and  sci- 
ence, travel  and  biography,  will  be  given  each  its 
share. 

Half  the  present  volume  has  been  given  to  famil- 
iar rhymes,  many  of  which  have  met  the  ear  of  the 
child  before  he  was  ready  for  reading.  So  extended 
is  the  store  that  we  have  been  obliged  to  omit  many 
which  might  well  be  included  in  such  a  collection, 
but  every  kind  is  well  represented.  For  longer 
stories  we  have  selected  the  simplest  kinds  of 
nonsense  tales,  such  as  "  Simple  Simon,"  and  the 
cumulative  stories,  like  "The  Old  Woman  and  Her 
Pig."  With  these  have  been  combined  the  easiest 
drolls,  or  comic  anecdotes,  represented  by  "  Lazy 
Jack,"  and  such  nursery  tales  as  "The  Three  Bears." 

[v] 

894 


These  stories  are  the  products  of  folklore  nearest 
to  the  people,  and  are  in  their  colloquial  language. 
They  reflect  the  simple  English  humor  which  is  not 
to  be  found  to  such  a  degree  in  the  child  literature 
of  any  other  race.  In  this  lies  their  value,  as  well 
as  their  charm.  The  language  and  the  style  are  of 
a  kind  which  is  natural  to  the  child,  and  his  vocabu- 
lary and  formation  of  sentences  are  unconsciously 
modeled  upon  them.  It  has  been  noticed  that 
children  in  retelling  their  stories  repeat  these  old 
English  tales  almost  word  for  word,  while  they  are 
more  likely  to  change  the  style  of  those  written  by 
the  skilled  story-teller. 

In  each  case  the  earliest  version  accessible  has 
been  consulted,  and  has  been  compared  with  later 
renderings.  This  has  been  made  possible  by  access 
to  the  collection  of  folklore  in  the  Harvard  Library, 
which  is  probably  the  best  in  the  country.  The 
source  usually  preferred  has  been  Halliwell's  Popu- 
lar Rhymes  and  Nursery  Tales,  published  in  1 849, 
many  of  whose  versions  were  taken  directly  from 
oral  tradition.  The  work  has  been  done  under  the 
supervision  of  my  mother, — author  of  the  Stickney 
Readers,  Bird  World,  Earth  and  Sky,  etc.,  —  who 
has  also  read  the  proof.  The  book  will  owe  much 
of  its  charm  to  the  happy  interpretations  of  Mr. 

Copeland. 

M.  F.  Lansing 

Cambridge,  Massachusetts 

[vi] 


\  \ 

"  What  a  naughty  boy  was  that '' 


/ 


RHYMES   AND   STORIES 

IJiNG,  dong,  bell, 

Pussy's  in  the  well ! 

Who  put  her  in  ? 

Little  Tommy  Lin. 

Who'll  pull  her  out? 

Little  Johnny  Stout. 

What  a  naughty  boy  was  that 

To  drown  the  poor,  poor  pussy-cat, 

Who  never  did  him  any  harm, 

But  killed  the  mice  in  his  father's  barn  ! 


When  Jacky  s  a  very  good  boy, 
He  shall  have  cakes  and  a  custard; 

But  when  he  does  nothing  but  cry, 
He  shall  have  nothing  but  mustard. 

Cjtreat  A,  little  a, 

Bouncing  B. 
The  cat  s  in  the  cup- 
board, 

And  she  can't  see. 

JLIickory,  dickory,  dock 
The  mouse  ran  up  the  clock 
The  clock  struck  one, 
And  down  he  run, 
Hickory,  dickory,  dock. 


[*] 


JDaa,  baa,  black  sheep, 

Have  you  any  wool  ? 
Yes,  master,  have  I, 

Three  bags  full : 

One  for  my  master, 

And  one  for  my  dame, 
And  one  for  the  little  boy 

Who  lives  in  the  lane. 

1  hree  blind  mice,  see  how  they  run ! 
They  all  ran  after  the  farmer's  wife, 
Who  cut  off  their  tails  with  a  carving 

knife ; 
Did    ever   you    see   such    a    thing    in 

your  life 
As  three  blind  mice  ? 


Jack  Sprat  could  eat  no  fat, 
His  wife  could  eat  no  lean ; 

And  so,  betwixt  them  both,  you  see, 
They  licked  the  platter  clean. 

1  om,  Tom,  the  piper's  son, 
Stole  a  pig,  and  away  he  run. 
The  pig"  was  eat,-  and  Tom  was  beat, 
And  Tom  went  roaring  down  the  street. 


Jack  and  Jill  went  up 
the  hill 

To  fetch  a  pail  of  water; 
Jack  fell  down  and  broke  his  crown, 

And  Jill  came  tumbling  after. 


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[4] 


1  ussy-cat,  Pussy-cat, 

Where  have  you  been  ? 
I  Ve  been  to  London 

To  look  at  the  Queen. 
Pussy-cat,  Pussy-cat, 

What  did  you  there? 
I  frightened  a  little  mouse 

Under  the  chair. 

Little  Robin  Redbreast  sat  upon  a 

tree ; 
Up  went  Pussy-cat,  down  went  he. 
Down  went  Pussy-cat,  away  Robin  ran. 
Said  little  Robin  Redbreast, 
"  Catch  me  if  you  can  !  " 

1\UB-A-DUB-DUB, 

'  Three  men  in  a  tub  ; 
And  w7ho  do  you  think  they  be? 
The  butcher,  the  baker, 
The  candlestick-maker, 
Going  to  the  fair  all  three. 

[5] 


"  Jdow-wow,"  says  the  dog ; 
"  Mew,  mew,"  says  the  cat ; 

"  Grunt,  grunt,"  goes  the  hog ; 
And  "  squeak,"  goes  the  rat. 

"  Tu-whoo,"  says  the  owl ; 
"  Caw,  caw,"  says  the  crow. 

"  Quack,  quack,"  says  the  duck  ; 
And  what  sparrows  say,  you  know. 

So,  with  sparrows  and  owls, 

With  rats  and  with  dogs, 
With  ducks  and  with  crows, 

With  cats  and  with  hogs, 
A  fine  song  I  have  made, 

To  please  you,  my  dear ; 
And,  if  it  s  well  sung, 

Twill  be  charming  to  hear. 


[6] 


Oing  a  song  of  sixpence, 

A  pocket  full  of  rye ; 
Four-and-twenty  blackbirds 

Baked  in  a  pie ; 
When  the  pie  was  opened 

The  birds  began  to  sing ; 
Was  not  that  a  dainty  dish 

To  set  before  the  King  ? 

The  King  was  in  the  counting-house, 

Counting  out  his  money ; 
The  Queen  was  in  the  parlor, 

Eating  bread  and  honey ; 
The  maid  was  in  the  garden 

Hanging  out  the  clothes ; 
When  up  came  a  blackbird 

And  nipped  off  her  nose. 

IVliSTRESs  Mary,  quite  contrary, 
How  does  your  garden  grow  ? 

With  cockle-shells  and  silver  bells 
And  pretty  maids  all  in  a  row. 

[7] 


1  here  was  an  old  woman  who  lived 

in  a  shoe, 
She  had  so  many  children  she  did  n't 

know  what  to  do ; 
She  gave  them  some  broth  without  any 

bread, 
She  whipped  them  all  soundly  and  put 

them  to  bed. 


[8] 


Hey!  diddle  diddle, 

The  cat  and  the  fiddle, 
The  cow  jumped  over  the  moon ; 

The  little  dog  laughed 

To  see  such  sport, 
While  the  dish  ran  away  with  the 
spoon. 


L/AFFY-DOWN-DILLY 

Has  gone  up  to  towTn, 
In  a  yellow  petticoat 
And  a  green  gown. 

[9] 


1  hree  wise  men  of  Gotham 
Went  to  sea  in  a  bowl ; 
If  the  bowl  had  been  stronger, 
My  song  had  been  longer. 


Little  Betty  Blue 

Lost  her  holiday  shoe ; 

What  shall  little  Betty  do? 

Give  her  another 

To  match  the  other, 

And  then  she  can  walk  in  two. 

I>] 


One  misty,  moisty  morning, 
When  cloudy  was  the  weather, 

I  chanced  to  meet  an  old  man 
Clothed  all  in  leather ; 
Clothed  all  in  leather, 
With  cap  under  his  chin,  — 

How  do  you  do,  and  how  do  you  do, 
And  how  do  you  do  again  ? 

[»] 


V^OCK-A-DOODLE-DOO  ! 

My  dame  has  lost  her  shoe ; 

My  master's  lost  his  fiddling-stick, 

And  don't  know  what  to  do. 

Cock-a-doodle-doo  ! 

My  dame  has  found  her  shoe, 

And  master  s  found  his  fiddling-stick, 

Sing  doodle,  doodle,  doo. 

Cock-a-doodle-doo  ! 
My  dame  will  dance  with  you, 
While  master  fiddles  his  fiddling-stick 
For  dame  and  doodle-doo. 


Lucy  Locket  lost  her  pocket, 
Kitty  Fisher  found  it ; 

Ne  'er  a  penny  was  there  in  it, 
But  the  binding  round  it. 


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Little   Boy  Blue,  come,   blow  your 

horn; 
The  sheep's  in  the  meadow,  the  cow's 

in  the  corn. 
Where's  the  boy  that  looks  after  the 

sheep  ? 
He  's  under  the  haycock,  fast  asleep. 
Will  you  wake  him?    No,  not  I ; 
For  if  I  do,  he  '11  be  sure  to  cry. 

[13] 


Little  Jack  Horner  sat  in  the  corner, 

Eating  of  Christmas  pie ; 
He  put  in  his  thumb  and  took  out  a 
plum, 

And  said,  "What  a  brave  boy  am  I!" 

oee-saw,  Marjory  Daw, 

Sold  her  bed  and  lay  upon  straw. 

1  here  was  an  old  woman  tossed  up 

in  a  basket, 
Ninety-nine  times  as  high  as  the  moon; 
But  where  she  was  going,  I  could  not 

but  ask  it, 
For  under  her  arm  she  carried  a  broom. 

"  Old  woman,  old  woman,  old  woman," 

said  I, 
"  Whither,   O   whither,    O   whither  so 

high  ?  " 
"  To  sweep  the  cobwebs  off  the  sky, 
And  I  '11  be  with  you  by  and  by." 

[14] 


Jjetty  Pringle  had  a  little  pig, 
Not  very  little  and  not  very  big ; 
When  he  was  alive  he  lived  in  clover, 
But  now  he  's  dead,  and  that  s  all  over. 
Billy  Pringle  he  lay  down  and  cried, 
Betty  Pringle  she  lay  down  and  died ; 
So  there  was  an  end  of  one,  two,  three: 

Billy  Pringle  he, 

Betty  Pringle  she, 

And  the  piggy  wiggy  wee. 


A^Vfe 


As  John  and     'V^i^i^g 
Jane  went  through 
the  lane, 
One  very  pleasant  Sunday,  ;g 
Said  John  to  Jane, 
"  Unless  it  rain, 
To-morrow  will  be  Monday/' 

JKain,  rain,  go  away; 
Come  again  another  day. 

[15] 


Jdlow,  wind,  blow !  and  go,  mill,  go ! 

That  the  miller  may  grind  his  corn ; 

That  the  baker  may  take  it, 

And  into  rolls  make  it, 

And  send  us  some  hot  in  the  morn. 

I^urly  Locks!  Curly  Locks!  wilt  thou 

be  mine? 
Thou   shalt  not  wash  dishes,  nor  yet 

feed  the  swine, 
But  sit  upon  a  cushion  and  sew  up  a 

seam, 
And  feed  upon  strawberries,  sugar,  and 

cream  ! 

1  here  was  an  old  man, 
And  he  had  a  calf, 

And  that 's  half ; 
He  took  him  out  of  the  stall, 
And  put  him  on  the  wall, 

And  that 's  all. 

[16] 


r  olly,  put  the  kettle  on, 
Polly,  put  the  kettle  on, 
Polly,  put  the  kettle  on, 
And  let  s  drink  tea. 

Sukey,  take  it  off  again, 
Sukey,  take  it  off  again, 
Sukey,  take  it  off  again, 
They  Ve  all  gone  away. 

llARK,  hark ! 

The  dogs  do  bark, 
The  beggars  are  coming  to  town 

Some  in  rags, 

Some  in  tags, 
And  some  in  velvet  gowns. 


.   [17] 


oome  mice  sat  in  a  barn  to  spin ; 

Puss  came  by,  Puss  peeped  in. 

"  Shall  I  come  in  and  cut  your  threads 

off?" 
"  Oh,  no,  kind  sir !  you  will  snap  our 

heads  off." 


W  hat  are  little  boys  made  of,  made  of? 
What  are  little  boys  made  of? 
Snaps  and  snails,  and  puppy-dogs'  tails  ; 
And  that 's  what  little  boys  are  made 

of,  made  of. 
What  are  little  girls  made  of,  made  of, 

made  of? 
Sugar  and  spice,  and  all  that  s  nice ; 
And  that 's  what  little  girls  are  made 

of,  made  of. 

[18] 


The   Old   Woman   and   Her   Eggs 

1  here  was  an  old  woman,  as  I  Ve 
heard  tell, 

She  went  to  the  market  her  eggs  for 
to  sell ; 

She  went  to  the  market,  all  on  a  market 
day, 

And  she  fell  asleep  on  the  King's  high- 
way. 

There  came  a  little  peddler,  his  name  it 

was  Stout, 
He  cut  off  her  petticoats  all  round  about ; 
He  cut  off  her  petticoats  up  to  her  knees, 
Until   this   old   woman    began    for    to 

freeze. 

When  the  little  old  woman  began  to 

awake, 
She  began  to  shiver,  and  she  began  to 

shake ; 

[19] 


Her   knees   began   to   freeze,   and   she 

began  to  cry, 
"  O  lawk  !  oh  mercy  on  me  !  this  surely 

can't  be  I. 

"  If  it  be  not  I,  as  I  suppose  it  be, 

I   have  a  little  dog  at  home,  and  he 

knows  me; 
If  it  be  I,  he  will  wag  his  little  tail, 
But  if  it  be  not  I,  he  '11  bark  and  he  '11 

rail. 

Up  jump'd  the  little  woman,  all  in  the 

dark, 
Up  jump'd  the  little  dog,  and  he  began 

to  bark; 
He  began  to  bark,  and  she  began  to  cry, 
"  O  lawk !  oh  mercy  on  me !   I  see  it  is 

not  I." 


[20] 


Oat,  bat,  come  under  my  hat, 
And  I  '11  give  you  a  slice  of  bacon ; 
And  when  I  bake,  I  '11  give  you  a  cake, 
If  I  am  not  mistaken. 


.        ' . 


::   • 


Little  Miss  Muffet, 

She  sat  on  a  tuffet, 

Eating  of  curds  and  whey ; 

There  came  a  great  spider, 

And  sat  down  beside  her, 

Which  frightened  Miss  Muffet  away. 


Warm,  hands,  warm,  daddy's  gone  to 

plough ; 
If    you    want    to   warm    hands,   warm 

hands  now. 

[21] 


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[22] 


MOTION    RHYMES 

To   Please  the   Baby 

JXide,  baby,  ride ; 

Pretty  baby  shall  ride, 
And  have  a  little  puppy-dog  tied  to  her 

side, 
And  a  little  pussy-cat  tied  to  the  other, 
And  away  she  shall  ride 

To  see  her  grandmother, 

To  see  her  grandmother, 

To  see  her  grandmother. 

1  his  is  the  way  the  ladies  ride: 
Canter,  canter,  canter,  canter! 

This  is  the  way  the  ladies  ride : 
Canter,  canter,  canter,  canter! 

This  is  the  way  the  gentlemen  ride: 

Gallop-a-trot,  gallop-a-trot ! 
This  is  the  way  the  gentlemen  ride : 

Gallop-a-trot,  gallop-a-trot ! 

[23] 


This  is  the  way  the  farmers  ride : 
Hobbledy-hoy,  hobbledy-hoy ! 

This  is  the  way  the  farmers  ride : 
Hobbledy-hoy,  hobbledy-hoy! 

1  o  market,  to  market, 
To  buy  a  plum  bun ; 
Home  again,  come  again, 
Market  is  done. 

1  rot,  trot  to  Boston, 
Trot,  trot  to  Lynn ; 
Trot,  trot  to  Salem 
And  back  again. 

Dye,  Baby  Bunting, 
Daddy  's  gone  a-hunting, 
To  get  a  little  rab- 

bit's  skin,  ISi» 

To  wrap  his  Baby  Bunting  in. 

[24] 


Dance,  little  baby,  dance  up  high ; 
Never  mind,  baby,  mother  is  by. 
Crow  and  caper,  caper  and  crow ; 
There,  little  baby,  there  you  go  — 
Up  to  the  ceiling,  down  to  the  ground, 
Backwards    and   forwards,   round    and 

round ; 
Dance,  little  baby,  and  mother  will  sing, 
With  the  merry  chorus,  cling,  ding,  ding! 

See-saw,  Marjory  Daw, 
Jenny  shall  have  a  new  master; 
And  she  shall  have  but  a  penny  a  day, 
Because  she  can't  work  any  faster. 


[25] 


Fingers  and   Toes 

i  at-a-cake,  pat-a-cake,  baker's  man ! 
So  I  do,  master,  as  fast  as  I  can : 
Pat  it,  and  prick  it,  and  mark  it  with  T, 
Put  it  in  the  oven  for  Tommy  and  me. 


1  his  little  pig  went  to  market ; 
This  little  pig  stayed  at  home ; 
This  little  pig  had  roast  beef ; 
This  little  pig  had  none ; 
This  little  pig  said,  "Wee,  wee  I 
I  can't  find  my  way  home." 


1  his  little  cow  eats  grass ; 
This  little  cow  eats  hay ; 
This  little  cow  drinks  water ; 
This  little  cow  runs  away ; 
This  little  cow  does  nothing 
But  just  lie  down  all  day. 
We  '11  whip  her. 

[26] 


Face    Plays 

IIere  sits  the  Lord  Mayor,   (forehead) 

Here  sit  his  two  men.  (eyes) 

Here  sits  the  cock.  (right  cheek) 

Here  sits  the  hen.  (left  cheek) 

Here  sit  the  little  chickens,  (tip  of  nose) 

Here  they  run  in.  (mouth) 

Chinchopper,  chinchopper, 

Chinchopper,  chin  !    (chuck  the  chin) 


[27] 


Ijrow  bender, 
Eye  peeper, 
Nose  smeller, 
Mouth  eater, 
Chin  chopper, 
Knock  at  the  door- 


-peep  in, 
Lift  up  the  latch  —  walk  in. 

'     lLyr  winker, 
Tom  tinker, 
Nose  smeller, 
Mouth  eater, 
Chin  chopper, 
Chin  chopper. 


Shoe  the  horse, 

Shoe  the  mare ; 

But  let  the  little  colt  go  bare. 


[28] 


CHINESE   MOTHER   GOOSE 
RHYMES 

Pulling  the   Saw 

VV  e  pull  the  big  saw, 
We  push  the  big  saw, 

To  saw  up  the  wood, 

To  build  us  a  house, 

In  order  that  baby 

May  have  a  good  spouse. 


Face   Game 

JVnock  at  the  door, 
See  a  face, 
Smell  an  odor, 
Hear  a  voice, 
Eat  your  dinner, 
Pull  your  chin,  or 
Ke  chih,  ke  chih. 

[>9] 


Don't  be   Cruel 

A  mule  going  uphill, 
A  donkey  on  the  street, 
Or  a  horse  coming  downhill 
You  never  ought  to  beat. 

Thistle-Seed 

1  histle-seed,  thistle-seed, 
Fly  away,  fly ; 
The  hair  on  your  body 
Will  take  you  up  high ; 
Let  the  wind  whirl  you 
Around  and  around, 
You  '11  not  hurt  yourself 
When  you  fall  to  the  ground. 

The   Senses 

Little  eyes  see  pretty  things, 
Little  nose  smells  what  is  sweet, 
Little  ears  hear  pleasant  sounds, 
Mouth  likes  luscious  things  to  eat. 

[30] 


Vespers 
jH.ush-a-bye,  baby, 

on  the  tree  top ; 
When  the  wind  blows, 

the  cradle  will  rock  ; 
When  the  bough  breaks, 

the  cradle  will  fall ; 
Down  will  come  baby, 

bough,  cradle,  and  all. 


vjtood  night, 

Sleep  tight, 
Wake  up  bright, 
In  the  morning  light, 
To  do  what 's  right, 
With  all  your  might. 

[31] 


As  I  was  going  to  St.  Ives, 

I  met  a  man  with  seven  wives, 

Every  wife  had  seven  sacks, 

Every  sack  had  seven  cats, 

Every  cat  had  seven  kits : 

Kits,  cats,  sacks,  and  wives, 

How  many  were  there  going  to  St.  Ives? 

1  here  was  a  man  in  our  town, 

And  he  was  wondrous  wise ; 
He  jumped  into  a  bramble  bush, 

And  scratched  out  both  his  eyes ; 
And  when  he  saw  his  eyes  were  out, 

With  all  his  might  and  main 
He  jumped  into  another  bush, 

And  scratched  them  in  again. 


[32] 


Old  Dame  Twitchet  had  but  one  eye, 
And  a  long  tail  which  she  let  fly ; 
And  every  time  she  went  through  a  gap, 
A  bit  of  her  tail  she  left  in  a  trap. 

(A  needle  and  thread.) 


JlLlizabeth,  Elspeth, 

Betsy,  and  Bess, 
They  all  went  together 

To  seek  a  birds  nest. 
They  found  a  bird's  nest 

With  five  eggs  in ; 
They  all  took  one, 

And  left  four  in. 


Who  killed  Cock  Robin  ? 

"  I,"  said  the  Sparrow, 

"  With  my  bow  and  arrow ; 

I  killed  Cock  Robin." 
This  is  the  Sparrow, 
With  his  bow  and  arrow. 


Who  saw  him  die  ? 

"  I,"  said  the  Fly, 

"  With  my  little  eye ; 

I  saw  him  die." 
This  is  the  Fly 
That  saw  him  die. 


Who  caught  his  blood  ? 

"  I,"  said  the  Fish, 

"With  my  little  dish; 

I  caught  his  blood." 
This  is  the  Fish 
With  his  little  dish. 

[34] 


6 


Who  made  his  shroud  ? 

"  I,"  said  the  Beetle, 

"  With  my  little  needle ; 

I  made  his  shroud." 
This  is  the  Beetle 
With  his  little  needle. 


Who  will  be  the  parson  ? 

"  I,"  said  the  Rook, 

"  With  my  little  book  ; 

I  will  be  the  parson." 
This  is  the  Rook 
With  his  little  book. 


Who  will  dig  his  grave? 
"  I,"  said  the  Owl, 
"  With  my  spade  and  shovel ; 
I  '11  dig  his  grave." 

This  is  the  Owl, 

With  his  spade  and  shovel. 
[35] 


Who  will  be  the  clerk? 
"  I,"  said  the  Lark, 
"  If  't  is  not  in  the  dark ; 
I  will  be  the  clerk." 

This  is  the  Lark 

Who  would  be  the  clerk. 


Who'll  carry  him  to  his  grave? 

"  I,"  said  the  Kite, 

"  If  't  is  not  in  the  night ; 

I  '11  carry  him  to  the  grave." 

This  is  the  Kite, 

For  't  was  not  in  the  night. 


Who  '11  be  the  chief  mourner? 
"  I,"  said  the  Dove, 
"  Because  of  my  love ; 
I  '11  be  chief  mourner." 
This  is  the  Dove 
That   mourns  for  her 
love. 

[36] 


Who  '11  sing  a  psalm  ? 

"  I,"  said  the  Thrush, 

As  she  sat  in  a  bush  ; 

"  I  '11  sing  a  psalm." 
This  is  the  Thrush 
As  she  sang  in  the  bush. 

Who  will  bear  the  pall  ? 
"  We,"  said  the  Wren, 
Both  the  Cock  and  the  Hen; 
"  We  will  bear  the  pall." 

This  is  the  Wren, 

Both  the  Cock  and  the  Hen. 

"  Who  will  toll  the  bell  ? 
"  I,"  said  the  Bull, 
"  Because  I  can  pull." 
So  Cock  Robin  farewell. 

All  the  birds  of  the  air 
Fell  to  sobbing  and  sighing, 
When  they  heard  the  bell  toll 
For  poor  Cock  Robin's  dying. 

[37] 


In  marble  walls  as  white  as  milk, 

Lined  with  a  skin  as  soft  as  silk ; 

Within  a  fountain  crystal  clear, 

A  golden  apple  doth  appear. 

No  doors  there  are  to  this  stronghold, 

Yet  thieves  break  in  and  steal  the  gold. 

(An  egg.) 

IJowN  in  a  dark  dungeon  I  saw  a  brave 

knight, 
All  saddled,  all  bridled,  all  fit  for  the 

fight. 
Gilt  was  his  saddle,  and  bent  was  his  bow; 
Thrice  I  've  told  you  his  name,  and  yet 

you  don't  know. 

riUMPTY  Dumpty  sat  on  a  wall, 

Humpty  Dumpty  had  a  sad  fall; 

Not  all  the  King's  horses, 

Nor  all  the  King's  men, 

Could  set  Humpty  Dumpty  up  again. 

(An  egg.) 
[38] 


The   Three   Kittens 
1  hree  little  kittens  lost  their  mittens, 


WMV/I 


#<py^ 


And  they  began  to  cry,  #5 

"  0  mother  dear,  Jfctf 


We  very  much  fear  »^!sS 


.^* 


That  we  have  lost  our  mittens."  c 

"  What !  lost  your  mittens  ! 

You  naughty  kittens ! 
Then  you  shall  have  no  pie."     ^^Spf 

"  Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow."  fe3£ll 


"  No,  you  shall  have  no  pie."  ( 
"  Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow." 


ir 


je^Mb 


The    three    little    kittens    found    their 
mittens, 
And  they  began  to  cry, 
"  O  mother  dear, 
See  here,  see  here ! 
See  I  we  have  found  our  mittens." 

[39] 


"  Put  on  your  mittens, 

You  silly  kittens, 
And  you  may  have  some  pie." 

"  Purr-r,  purr-r,  purr-r,  ^|Slfe% 

Oh,  let  us  have  the  pie.  tIP*^ 

Purr-r,  purr-r,  purr-r."  /c.M 


The  three  little  kittens  put 
on  their  mittens, 
And  soon  ate  up  the  pie. 
"  O  mother  dear, 
We  greatly  fear 
That  we  have  soiled  our  mittens." 

"  Soiled  your  mittens  ! 

You  naughty  kittens  !  " 
Then  they  began  to  sigh, 

"  Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow." 
Then  they  began  to  sigh, 

"  Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow." 

[40] 


The   three   little  kittens  washed  their 
mittens, 
And  hung  them  out  to  dry ; 
"  O  mother  dear, 
Do  you  not  hear 
That  we  have  washed  our  mittens  ?  ' 


"  Washed  your  mittens  ! 

Oh,  you  re  good  kittens. 
But  I  smell  a  rat  close  by. 

Hush  !  hush  !  mee-ow,  mee-ow." 
"  We  smell  a  rat  close  by, 

Mee-ow,  mee-ow,  mee-ow."- 

[41] 


1  here  was  a  little  man  and  he  had  a 

little  gun, 
And  his  bullets  were  made  of  lead,  lead, 

lead ; 
He  went  to  the  brook,  and  saw  a  little 

duck, 
And  shot   it  through  the  head,  head, 

head. 

He  carried  it  home  to  his  old  wife  Joan, 
And   bade  her  a  fire  to  make,  make, 

make, 
To  roast  the  little  duck  he  had  shot  in 

the  brook, 
And  he  'd  go  and  fetch  the  drake,  drake, 

drake. 

•     [42] 


The  drake  was  a-swimming,  with  his 

curly  tail ; 
The  little  man  made  it  his  mark,  mark, 

mark ! 
He  let  off  his  gun,  but  he  fired  too  soon ; 
And    the    drake    flew    away    with    a 

"  Quack  !  quack  !  quack  !  " 


[43] 


An  old  woman  sweeping  her  house 
found  a  little  crooked  sixpence. 

"What,"  said  she,  "shall  I  do  with 
this  little  sixpence?  I  will  go  to  mar- 
ket and  buy  a  little  pig." 

As  this  old  woman  was  coming  home 
with  her  pig,  she  came  to  a  stile;  but 
the  pig  would  not  go  over  the  stile. 

She  went  a  little  further,  and  she  met 
a  dog.     So  she  said  to  the  dog : 

"  Pray,  dog,  bite  pig ; 

Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 

And  I  shan't  get  home  to-night." 

But  the  dog  would  not. 

[44] 


So  she  went  a  little  further  till  she 
met  a  stick,  and  she  said  : 
"  Pray,  stick,  beat  dog ; 
Dog  won't  bite  pig, 
Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 
And  I  sha'n't  get  home  to-night." 
But  the  stick  would  not. 

So  she  went  a  little  further,  and  she 
met  a  fire,  and  she  said : 
"  Pray,  fire,  burn  stick  ; 
Stick  won't  beat  dog, 
Dog  won't  bite  pig, 
Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 
And  I  sha'n't  get  home  to-night." 
But  the  fire  would  not. 

So  she  went  a  little  further,  and  she 
met  some  water,  and  she  said  : 
"  Pray,  water,  quench  fire ; 
Fire  won't  burn  stick, 

[45] 


Stick  won't  beat  dog, 

Dog  won't  bite  pig, 

Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 

And  I  shan't  get  home  to-night." 

But  the  water  would  not. 

So  she  went  a  little  further,  and  she 
met  an  ox.    So  she  said  : 
"  Pray,  ox,  drink  water ; 
Water  won't  quench  fire, 
Fire  won't  burn  stick, 
Stick  won't  beat  dog, 
Dog  won't  bite  pig, 
Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 
And  I  shan't  get  home  to-night." 
But  the  ox  would  not. 

She  went    a    little    further   till    she 
met  a  butcher,  and  she  said : 
"  Pray,  butcher,  kill  ox  ; 

Ox  won't  drink  water, 

[46] 


Water  won't  quench  fire, 

Fire  won't  burn  stick, 

Stick  won't  beat  dog, 

Dog  won't  bite  pig, 

Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 

And  I  shan't  get  home  to-night." 

But  the  butcher  would  not. 

She  went  a  little  further  till  she  met 
a  rope,  and  she  said : 

"  Pray,  rope,  hang  butcher; 

Butcher  won't  kill  ox, 

Ox  won't  drink  water, 

Water  won't  quench  fire, 

Fire  won't  burn  stick, 

Stick  won't  beat  dog, 

Dog  won't  bite  pig, 

Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 

And  I  sha'n't  get  home  to-night." 

But  the  rope  would  not. 

[47] 


She  went  a  little  further  till  she  met 
a  rat,  and  she  said : 

"  Pray,  rat,  gnaw  rope ; 

Rope  won't  hang  butcher, 

Butcher  won't  kill  ox, 

Ox  won't  drink  water, 

Water  won't  quench  fire, 

Fire  won't  burn  stick, 

Stick  won't  beat  dog, 

Dog  won't  bite  pig, 

Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 

And  I  shan't  get  home  to-night." 

But  the  rat  would  not. 


She  met  a  cat,  and  she  said : 
"  Pray,  cat,  kill  rat ; 
Rat  won't  gnaw  rope, 
Rope  won't  hang  butcher, 
Butcher  won't  kill  ox, 
Ox  won't  drink  water, 
Water  won't  quench  fire, 

[43] 


Fire  won't  burn  stick, 

Stick  won't  beat  dog, 

Dog  won't  bite  pig, 

Pig  won't  get  over  the  stile, 

And  I  shan't  get  home  to-night." 

The  cat  said:  "  If  you  will  get  me  a 
saucer  of  milk  from  the  cow  in  yonder 
field,  I  will  kill  the  rat." 

So  the  old  woman  went  to  the  cow, 
and  said  :  "  Cow,  cow,  will  you  give  me 
a  saucer  of  milk?  " 

And  the  cow  said :  "  If  you  will  get 
me  a  bucket  of  water  from  yonder 
brook,   I   will  give  you   the  milk." 

And  the  old  woman  took  the  bucket 
to  the  brook,  but  all  the  water  rushed 
out  through  the  holes  in  the  bottom. 

So  she  filled  up  the  holes  with  stones, 
got  the  water,  and  took  it  to  the  cow, 
who   at   once  gave  her  the  saucer  of 

[49] 


milk.  Then  the  old  woman  gave  the 
cat  the  milk,  and  when  she  had  lapped 
up  the  milk, 

The  cat  began  to  kill  the  rat, 
The  rat  began  to  gnaw  the  rope, 
The  rope  began  to  hang  the  butcher, 
The  butcher  began  to  kill  the  ox, 
The  ox  began  to  drink  the  water, 
The  water  began  to  quench  the  fire, 
The  fire  began  to  burn  the  stick, 
The  stick  began  to  beat  the  dog, 
The  dog  began  to  bite  the  pig, 
The  pig  jumped  over  the  stile, 
And   so   the  old  woman   got   home 
that  night  with  her  pig. 


[50] 


ill 


JLittle   Bo-Peep  has 

lost  her  sheep, 
And  can't  tell  where  to  find 

them  ; 
Leave  them  alone,  and  they  '11 

come  home, 
And  bring  their  tails  behind  them. 


Little  Bo-Peep  fell  fast  asleep, 

And  dreamt  she  heard  them  bleating ; 

But  when  she  awoke  she  found  it  a 

joke, 
For  still  they  all  were  fleeting. 

[SO 


Then  up  she  took  her  little  crook, 

Determined  for  to  find  them ; 

She  found  them  indeed,  but  it  made  her 

heart  bleed, 
For  they  'd  left  all  their  tails  behind  em! 

It  happened  one  day,  as  Bo-Peep  did 

stray 

Unto  a  meadow  hard  by, 

There  she  espied  their  tails  side  by  side, 

All  hung  on  a  tree  to  dry. 

> 
She  heaved  a  sigh  and  wiped  her  eye, 

And  over  the  hillocks  she  raced ; 
And  tried  what  she  could,  as  a  shep- 
herdess should, 

« 

That  each  tail  should  be  properly  placed. 


a  ^m^?3£ 


]1W 

Skfa 


[so 


IVIy  father  he  died,  but  I  can't  tell  you 

how. 
He  left  me  six  horses  to  drive  in  my 

plow. 

I  sold  my  six  horses,  and  I  bought  me 

a  cow  ; 
I  'd  fain  have  made  a  fortune,  but  did 

not  know  how. 

I   sold  my  cow,   and    I    bought   me   a 

calf ; 
I  'd  fain  have  made  a  fortune,  but  lost 

the  best  half. 

I  sold  my  calf,  and  I  bought  me  a  cat ; 
A  pretty  thing  she  was,  in  my  chimney 
corner  sat. 

I  sold  my  cat,  and  bought  me  a  mouse ; 
He  carried  fire  in  his  tail,  and  burnt 
down  my  house. 

[53] 


\ 


1  saw  a  ship  a-sailing, 

A-sailing  on  the  sea ; 
And,  oh  !  it  was  all  laden 

With  pretty  things  for  thee ! 

There  were  comfits  in  the  cabin, 

And  apples  in  the  hold ; 
The  sails  were  made  of  silk, 

And  the  masts  were  made  of  gold. 

The  four-and-twenty  sailors 
That  stood  between  the  decks 

Were  four-and-twenty  white  mice, 
With  chains  about  their  necks. 

The  captain  was  a  duck, 
With  a  packet  on  his  back ; 

And  when  the  ship  began  to  move, 
The  captain  said,  "  Quack  !  quack  ! 

[54] 


'> 


When  I  was  a  bachelor 

I  lived  by  myself; 
And  all  the  bread  and  cheese  I  got 

I  put  upon  the  shelf. 


The  rats  and  the  mice 

They  made  such  a  strife, 
I  was  forced  to  go  to 
London 

To  buy  me  a  wife. 

The  streets  were  so  bad, 

And  the  lanes  were  so  narrow, 

I  was  forced  to  bring  my  wife  home 
In  a  wheelbarrow. 

The  wheelbarrow  broke, 

And  my  wife  had  a  fall, 
Down  came  wheelbarrow, 

Little  wife  and  all. 

[55] 


1  had  a  little  husband, 
No  bigger  than  my  thumb ; 
I  put  him  in  a  pint-pot, 
And  then  I  bade  him  drum. 

I  bought  a  little  horse, 
That  galloped  up  and  down ; 
I  bridled  him,  and  saddled  him, 
And  sent  him  out  of  town, 


I  gave  him  little  garters, 

To  garter  up  his  hose, 

And  a  little  pocket  handkerchief, 

To  wipe  his  little  nose. 

[56] 


1  love  sixpence,  pretty  little  sixpence, 
I  love  sixpence  better  than  my  life ; 
I  spent  a  penny  of  it,  I  spent  another, 
And  took  fourpence  home  to  my  wife. 

Oh,   my   little    fourpence,   pretty   little 

fourpence, 
I  love  fourpence  better  than  my  life ; 
I  spent  a  penny  of  it,  I  spent  another, 
And  I  took  twopence  home  to  my  wife. 

Oh,  my  little  twopence,  my  pretty  little 

twopence, 
I  love  twopence  better  than  my  life ; 
I  spent  a  penny  of  it,  I  spent  another, 
And  I  took  nothing  home  to  my  wrife. 

Oh,  my  little  nothing,  my  pretty  little 

nothing, 
What  will  nothing  buy  for  my  wife? 
I  have  nothing,  I  spend  nothing, 
I  love  nothing  better  than  my  wife. 

[57] 


1  saw  three  ships  come  sailing  by, 
Come  sailing  by,  come  sailing  by, 
I  saw  three  ships  come  sailing  by, 
New  Year's  Day  in  the  morning. 

And  what  do  you  think  was  in  them 

then, 
Was  in  them  then,  was  in  them  then  ? 
And  what  do  you  think  was  in  them 

then, 
New  Year's  Day  in  the  morning  ? 

[58] 


Three  pretty  girls  were  in  them  then, 
Were  in  them  then,  were  in  them  then- 
Three  pretty  girls  were  in  them  then, 
New  Year's  Day  in  the  morning. 


One  could  whistle,  and  another  could 

sing, 
And  the  other  could  play  on  the  violin — 
Such  joy  there  was  at  my  wedding, 
New  Year's  Day  in  the  morning. 

I  his  is  the  way  we  wash  our  clothes, 
Wash  our  clothes,  wash  our  clothes ; 
This  is  the  way  we  wash  our  clothes, 
So  early  in  the  morning ! 

[59] 


This  is  the  way  we  dry  our  clothes, 
Dry  our  clothes,  dry  our  clothes ; 
This  is  the  way  we  dry  our  clothes, 
So  early  in  the  morning ! 

This  is  the  way  we  mend  our  shoes, 
Mend  our  shoes,  mend  our  shoes ; 
This  is  the  way  we  mend  our  shoes, 
So  early  in  the  morning ! 

This  is  the  way  the  ladies  walk, 
Ladies  walk,  ladies  walk ; 
This  is  the  way  the  ladies  walk. 
So  early  in  the  morning ! 

This  is  the  way  the  gentlemen  walk, 
Gentlemen  walk,  gentlemen  walk ; 
This  is  the  way  the  gentlemen  walk, 

So  early  in  the  morning ! 

[60] 


This  is  the  house  that  Jack  built. 


This  is  the  malt 

That  lay  in  the  house  that  Jack  built. 


gplfe 


V3J> 


This  is  the  rat, 


That  ate  the  malt, 

That  lay  in  the  house  that  Jack  built. 

[61] 


This  is  the  cat, 
That  killed  the  rat, 
That  ate  the  malt, 
That  lay,  etc. 

This  is  the  dog, 
That  worried  the  cat, 
That  killed  the  rat, 
That  ate  the  malt, 
That  lay  in  the,  etc. 


This  is  the  cow  with  the  crumpled  horn, 

That  tossed  the  dog, 

That  worried  the  cat, 

That  killed  the  rat, 

That  ate  the  malt, 

That  lay, 


[62] 


This  is  the  maiden  all 
forlorn, 

That  milked  the  cow 
with  the  crum- 
pled horn, 

That  tossed  the  dog, 

That  worried  the  cat, 

That,  etc. 


This  is  the  man  all  tattered  and  torn, 
That  kissed  the  maiden  all  forlorn, 
That  milked  the  cow  with  the  crumpled 

horn, 
That  tossed  the  doi 


[63] 


This  is  the  priest  all  shaven  and  shorn, 
That  married  the  man  all  tattered  and 

torn, 
That  kissed  the  maiden  all  forlorn, 
That  milked  the  cow  with  the  crumpled 

horn,  etc. 


This  is  the  cock  that 
crowed  in  the  morn, 

That  waked  the  priest 
all  shaven  and  shorn, 

That  married  the  man 
all  tattered  and  torn,  etc. 

[64] 


4  Nt> 


RSSSSS 


This  is  the  farmer  sowing  his  corn, 
That  kept  the  cock  that  crowed  in  the 

morn, 
That  wakened  the  priest  all  shaven  and 

shorn, 
That  married  the  man  all  tattered  and 

torn, 
That  kissed  the  maiden  all  forlorn, 
That  milked  the  cow  with  the  crumpled 

horn, 
That  tossed  the  dog, 
That  worried  the  cat, 
That  killed  the  rat, 
That  ate  the  malt, 

That  lay  in  the  house  that  Jack  built. 

[65] 


Old  Mother  Hubbard 
Went  to  the  cupboard, 

To  get  her  poor  dog  a  bone ; 
But  when  she  came  there, 
The  cupboard  was  bare, 

And  so  the  poor  dog  had  none. 


She  went  to  the  baker's 
To  buy  him  some  bread ; 

But  when  she  came  back, 
The  poor  dog  was  dead. 

[66] 


She  went  to  the  joiner's 
To  buy  him  a  coffin ; 

But  when  she  came  back, 
The  poor  dog  was  laughing. 


She  went  to  the  hatters 
To  buy  him  a  hat ; 

But  when  she  came  back, 
He  was  feeding  the  cat. 


lb,  ■•^/ 


She  went  to  the  barbers 
To  buy  him  a  wrig; 

But  when  she  came  back, 
He  was  dancing  a  jig. 

[67] 


She  went  to  the  fruiterer's 
To  buy  him  some  fruit ; 

But  when  she  came  back, 
He  was  playing  the  flute. 


Ml. 


She  went  to  the  tailor's 
To  buy  him  a  coat; 

But  when  she  came  back, 
He  was  riding  a  goat. 

She  went  to  the  cobbler's 
To  buy  him  some  shoes ; 

But  when  she  came  back,    - 
He  was  reading  the  news. 

[68] 


She  went  to  the  sempstress' 
To  buy  him  some  linen ; 

But  when  she  came  back, 
The  dog  was  a-spinning. 

She  went  to  the  hosier's 
To  buy  him  some  hose ; 

But  when  she  came  back, 

He  wras  dressed  in  his  clothes. 


The  dame  made  a  curtsy, 
The  dog  made  a  bowr ; 

The  dame  said,  "  Your  servant, 
The  dog  said,  "  Bow,  wow." 

[69] 


1 ' 


The  wonderful  dog 

Was  Dame  Hubbard's  delight; 
He  could  sing,  he  could  dance, 

He  could  read,  he  could  write. 

She  gave  him  rich  dainties, 

Whenever  he  fed ; 
And  erected  a  monument 

When  he  was  dead. 

1  'll  tell  you  a  story 
About  Jack  a  Nory, — 

And  now  my  story  's  begun. 
I  '11  tell  you  another 
About  his  brother,  — 

And  now  my  story  is  done. 

I  he  King  of  France  went  up  the  hill, 

With  twenty  thousand  men ; 
The  King  of  France  came  down  the  hill, 

And  ne'er  went  up  again. 

[70] 


London  bridge  is  broken  down, 
Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 

London  bridge  is  broken  down, 
With  a  gay  lady. 


How  shall  we  build  it  up  again  ? 

Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 
How  shall  we  build  it  up  again? 

With  a  gay  lady. 

Build  it  up  with  silver  and  gold, 
Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 

Build  it  over  with  silver  and  gold, 
With  a  gay  lady. 

Silver  and  gold  will  be  stolen  away, 
Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 

[71] 


Silver  and  gold  may  be  stolen  away, 
With  a  gay  lady. 

Build  it  up  with  iron  and  steel, 
Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 

Build  it  up  with  iron  and  steel, 
With  a  gay  lady. 

Iron  and  steel  will  bend  and  bow, 
Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 

Iron  and  steel  will  bend  and  bow, 
With  a  gay  lady. 

Build  it  up  with  wood  and  clay, 
Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 

Build  it  up  with  wood  and  clay, 
With  a  gay  lady. 

Wood  and  clay  will  wash  away, 

Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 
Wood  and  clay  will  wash  away, 

With  a  gay  lady. 

[72] 


Build  it  up  with  stone  so  strong, 
Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee ; 

Huzza!  'twill  last  for  ages  long, 
My  gay  lady. 


Old  Mother  Goose,  .when 
She  wanted  to  wander, 

Would  ride  through  the  air 
On  a  very  fine  gander. 

Mother  Goose  had  a  house, 
T  was  built  in  a  wood, 

Where  an  owl  at  the  door 
For  sentinel  stood, 

[73] 


This  is  her  son  Jack, 

A  plain-looking  lad ; 
He  is  not  very  good, 

Nor  yet  very  bad. 

She  sent  him  to  market, 
A  live  goose  he  bought : 

"  Here  !  mother,"  says  he, 
"  It  will  not  go  for  naught." 

Jack's  goose  and  her  gander 

Grew  very  fond ; 
They  'd  both  eat  together, 

Or  swim  in  one  pond. 

Jack  found  one  morning, 
As  I  have  been  told, 

His  goose  had  laid  him 
An  egg  of  pure  gold. 


SCr'«K\r  ■ 


[74] 


Jack  rode  to  his  mother, 
The  news  for  to  tell. 

She  called  him  a  good  boy, 
And  said  it  was  well. 


Simple  Simon  met  a  pieman, 

Going  to  the  fair ; 
Says  Simple  Simon  to  the  pieman, 

"  Let  me  taste  your  ware." 

Says  the  pieman  to  Simple  Simon, 
"  Show  me  first  your  penny." 

Says  Simple  Simon  to  the  pieman, 
"  Indeed  I  have  not  any." 

[75] 


Simple  Simon  went  a-fishing 

For  to  catch  a  whale; 
All  the  water  he  could  find 

Was  in  his  mother's  pail ! 

Simple  Simon  went  to  look 
If  plums  grew  on  a  thistle; 

He  pricked  his  fingers  very  much, 
Which  made  poor  Simon  whistle. 


He  went  to  catch  a  dicky  bird, 

And  thought  he  could  not  fail, 
Because  he  had  a  little  salt 

To  put  upon  its  tail. 

[76] 


He  went  for  water  with  a  sieve, 
But  soon  it  all  ran  through ; 

And  now  poor  Simple  Simon 
Bids  you  all  adieu.    • 

Oee  a  pin  and  pick  it  up, 

All  the  day  you  '11  have  good  luck ; 

See  a  pin  and  let  it  lay, 

Bad  luck  you  '11  have  all  the  day. 

1  he  man  in  the  wilderness  asked  me 
How  many  strawberries  grew  in  the 

sea. 
I  answered  him,  as  I  thought  good, 
As  many  as  red  herrings  grew  in  the 

wood. 

Jack  be  nimble,  Jack  be  quick, 
Jack,  jump  over  the  candlestick ! 


[77] 


1  wo  legs  sat  upon  three  legs, 
With  one  leg  in  his  lap ; 
In  comes  four  legs, 
And  runs  away  with  one  leg. 
Up  jumps  two  legs, 
Catches  up  three  legs, 
Throws  it  after  four  legs, 
And  makes  him  bring  back  one  leg. 


IVIy  true  love  lives  far  from  me, 
Perrie,  Merrie,  Dixie,  Dominie. 
Many  a  rich  present  he  sends  to  me, 

[73] 


Petrum,  Partrum,  Paradise,  Temporie, 
Perrie,  Merrie,  Dixie,  Dominie. 

He  sent  me  a  goose  without  a  bone; 
He  sent  me  a  cherry  without  a  stone. 
Petrum,  &c. 

He  sent  me  a  Bible  no  man  could  read  ; 
He  sent  me  a  blanket  without  a  thread. 
Petrum,  &c. 


How  could  there  be  a  goose  without  a 

bone? 
How  could  there  be  a  cherry  without 

a  stone? 
Petrum,  &c. 


[79] 


How  could  there  be  a  Bible  no  man 

could  read? 
How  could  there  be  a  blanket  without 

a  thread  ? 
Petru  m,  &c. 

When   the  goose   is  in    the   eggshell, 

there  is  no  bone; 
When   the   cherry  is   in   the   blossom, 

there  is  no  stone ; 
Petru  m,  &c. 

When   the   Bible   is   in   the  press,  no 

man  it  can  read ; 
When  the  wool  is  on  the  sheep's  back, 

there  is  no  thread. 


Petrum,  &c. 


[80] 


If    I'd   as   much    money   as    I    could 

spend, 
I  never  would  cry,  "Old  tubs  to  mend!" 


^ 


If  wishes  were  horses, 

Beggars  might  ride ; 
If  turnips  were  watches, 

I  'd  wear  one  on  my  side.     ^>% 

And  if  "  ifs  "  and  "  ands  " 

Were  pots  and  pans, 
There  would  be  no  use  for  tinkers. 

If  all  the  world  were  apple  pie, 

And  all  the  sea  were  ink, 
And  all  the  trees  were  bread  and  cheese, 

What  should  we  have  for  drink  ? 


[81] 


THE  LITTLE  RED  HEN  AND  THE 
GRAIN  OF  WHEAT 

A  little  red  hen  once  found  a 
grain  of  wheat.  "  Who  will  plant  this 
wheat  ?  "  she  said.  "  I  won't,"  said  the 
rat.  "  I  won't,"  said  the  cat.  "  I  won't," 
said  the  pig. 


"  Then  I  will  myself,"  said  the  little 
red  hen,  and  she  did. 

When  the  wheat  was  ripe,  she 
said,  "  Who  will  gather  this  wheat  ?  " 
"  I  won't,"  said  the  rat.  "  I  won't," 
said    the    cat.      "  I    won't,"    said    the 


pig.     "Then   I  will  myself,"   said   the 
little  red  hen,  and  she  did. 

When  the  wheat  was  gathered, 
she  said,  "  Who  will  take  this  wheat 
to  the  mill  ? '  "I  won't,"  said  the  rat. 
"  I  won't,"  said  the  cat.  "  I  won't," 
said  the  pig.  "  Then  I  will  myself," 
said  the  little  red  hen,  and  she  did. 

When  the  flour  was  ground,  she  said, 
"  Who  will  bake  this  flour  into  bread  ?  " 
"  I  won't,"  said  the  rat.  "  I  won't,"  said 
the  cat.  "  I  won't,"  said  the  pig.  "Then 
I  will  myself,"  said  the  little  red  hen, 
and  she  did. 

When  the  bread  was  baked,  she  said, 
"  Who  will  eat  this  bread  ?  "  "I  will," 
said  the  rat.  "  I  will,"  said  the  cat.  "  I 
will,"  said  the  pig. 

"  No,  you  won't,"  said  the  little  red 
hen.  "  I  will  do  that  myself,"  and  she 
did. 

[83] 


THE   LADYBIRD  AND   THE   FLY 

A  fly  and  a  ladybird  once  kept 
house  together. 

They  made  their  tea  in  an  eggshell. 

One  day  the  ladybird  fell  in  and 
was  burned. 

The  fly  set  up  such  a  scream  that 
the  little  door  of  the  room  asked, 
"  Why  do  you  scream  so,  fly  ?  ' 

"  Because  ladybird  has  burned  her- 
self," said  the  fly. 

Then  began  the  door  to  creak. 

"  Door,  why  do  you  creak  ? '  asked 
the  little  broom  in  the  corner. 

"  Shall  I  not  creak  ? 

Ladybird  is  burned, 
And  little  fly  weeps." 
[34] 


) 


Then  began  the  broom  to  sweep 
with  all  its  might. 

By  and  by  a  stream  passed  the  door, 
and  it  said,  "Why  do  you  sweep  so, 
little  broom  ?  " 

"  Shall    I    not   sweep  ?  " 
said  the  broom. 

"  Ladybird  is  burned, 
Little  fly  weeps,  | 

And  little  door  creaks."      ^Cfeife'^ 

Then  said  the  stream,  "  So  will  I 
run  " ;  and  it  ran  as  fast  as  it  could. 

"  Why  are  you  running  so  ?  "  asked 
a  fire. 

"  Shall  I  not  run,"  it  asked, 

"  When  ladybird  is  burned, 
And  little  fly  weeps, 
Little  door  creaks, 
And  little  broom  sweeps?' 

Then  said  the  fire,  "So  will  I  burn"; 
and  it  burned  into  a  fearful  flame. 

[85] 


A  tree  grew   near   the    fire,   and   it 
said,  "  Fire,  why  do  you  burn  ?  ' 

"  Why  should  I  not  burn,"  it  replied, 

"  When  ladybird  is  burned, 
And  little  fly  weeps, 
The  little  door  creaks, 
The  little  broom  sweeps, 
And  little  stream  runs?  " 


Then  said  the  little  tree,  "  So  will  I 
rustle."  And  it  began  to  shake  so  hard 
that  the  leaves  fell  off. 

A  little  maid  came  by  with  her 
water  pitcher,  and  she  said,  "  Tree,  why 
do  you  rustle  so  ?  " 

"Shall  I  not  rustle?"  the  tree  re- 
plied. 

"  Ladybird  is  burned, 

Little  fly  weeps, 

Little  door  creaks, 

Little  broom  sweeps, 

Little  stream  runs, 

And  little  fire  burns." 
[86] 


"  Then  I  will  break  my  little  pitcher," 
said  the  maiden. 

So  she  broke  her  pitcher. 

Then  said  the  well,  as  the  water 
flowed  out,  "  Maiden,  why  do  you  break 
your  pitcher  ?  " 

"  Shall  I  not  break  my  pitcher," 
she  said, 

"  When  ladybird  is  burned, 
And  little  fly  weeps, 
Little  door  creaks, 
And  little  broom  sweeps, 
Little  stream  runs, 
Little  fire  burns, 
And  little  tree  rustles  ?  " 


"  Ah !  "  said  the  well,  "  Then  I  will 
begin  to  flow." 

And  the  water  flowed  so  fast  that 
the  maiden,  the  tree,  the  stream,  the 
broom,  the  door,  the  fly,  and  the  lady- 
bird were  all  drowned  together. 

[37] 


THE   ROBIN'S   YULE   SONG 

1  here  was  once  an  old  gray  Pussy, 
and  she  went  down  by  the  waterside ; 
and  there  she  saw  wee  Robin  Red- 
breast hopping  on  a  brier. 

And  Pussy  said,  "  Where  are  you 
going,  wee  Robin  ?  " 

And  wee  Robin  said,  "  I  am  going 
to  the  King,  to  sing  him  a  song  this 
good  Yule  morning." 

And  Pussy  said,  "Come  here,  wee 
Robin,  and  I  '11  let  you  see  a  bonny 
white  ring  round  my  neck." 

But  wee  Robin  said,  "  No,  no,  gray 
Pussy ;  no,  no !  You  worried  the  wee 
Mousie;  but  you  shall  not  worry  me." 

[88] 


So  wee  Robin  flew  away  and  away 
till  he  came  to  a  turf  wall,  and  there 
he  saw  a  gray,  greedy  Hawk  sitting. 

And  the  gray,  greedy  Hawk  said, 
"  Where  are  you  going,  wee  Robin  ?  ' 

And  wee  Robin  said,  "  I  am  going 
to  the  King,  to  sing  him  a  song  this 
fine  Yule  morning." 


And  the  gray,  greedy  Hawk  said, 
"  Come  here,  wee  Robin,  and  I  '11  let 
you  see  a  bonny  feather  in  my  wing." 

But  wee  Robin  said,  "  No,  no,  gray, 
greedy  Hawk  ;  no,  no  !  You  pecked  at 
the  wee  Linnet ;  but  you  shan't  peck 


me. 


>> 


[89] 


So  wee  Robin  flew  away  till  he 
came  to  the  side  of  a  rock,  and  there 
he  saw  a  sly  Fox  sitting. 

And  the  sly  Fox  said,  "  Where  are 
you  going,  wee  Robin  ?  " 

And  wee  Robin  said,  "  I  am  going 
to  the  King,  to  sing  him  a  song  this 
fine  Yule  morning." 


And  the  sly  Fox  said,  "  Come,  wee 
Robin,  and  I  '11  let  you  see  a  bonny 
spot  on  the  top  of  my  tail." 

But  wee  Robin  said,  "  No,  no,  sly 
Fox;  no,  no!  You  worried  the  wee 
Lamb ;  but  you  shan't  worry  me." 

[90] 


■  ■..■  '.  ••.-.'.' -•.r.;3<i,--r--.'-"->-/;-i 

■   •  .  c  -  -::■    .-•:   -V^  (  ,-•  -  •-<<.-<-  '*■%?■-, 


e^ifty^  - -*~1> 


So  wee  Robin 
flew  away  till  he 
came  to  the  King ;  and  there  he  sat 
on  a  window  sill,  and  sang  to  the  King 
a  bonny  song. 

And  the  King  said  to  the  Queen, 
"  What  shall  we  give  to  the  wee  Robin 
for  singing  us  this  bonny  song?  " 

And  the  Queen  said  to  the  King, 
"  I  think  we  '11  give  him  the  wee  Wren 
to  be  his  wife." 

So  wee  Robin  and  the  wee  Wren 
were  married,  and  the  King  and  Queen 
and  all  the  court  danced  at  the  wed- 
ding: and  afterward  wee  Robin  flew 
away  home  to  his  own  waterside,  and 
hopped  on  a  brier. 

[91] 


THREE   BILLY  GOATS   GRUFF 

Once  upon  a  time  there  were  three 
billy  goats,  who  went  up  the  hillside 
to  make  themselves  fat,  and  the  name 
of  all  the  three  was  "  Gruff." 

On  the  way  up  was  a  bridge  over 
a  brook ;  and  under  the  bridge  lived  a 
great,  ugly  troll,  with  eyes  as  big  as 
saucers,  and  a  nose  as  long  as  your  arm. 

First  of  all  came  the  youngest  billy 
goat  Gruff  to  cross  the  bridge. 

Trip  trap !  trip  trap  I  went  the 
bridge.  " Who's  that  tripping  over 
my  bridge  ?  '   roared  the  troll. 

[92] 


"  Oh,  it  is  only  I,  the  tiniest  billy 
goat  Gruff ;  and  I  'm  going  up  the 
hillside  to  make  myself  fat,"  said  the 
billy  goat,  with  such  a  small  voice. 

"  Now  I  'm  coming  to  gobble  you 
up,"  said  the  troll. 

"  Oh,  no,  pray  don't  take  me !  I  'm 
too  little  —  that  I  am,"  said  the  billy 
goat.  "Wait  a  bit  till  the  next  billy 
goat  Gruff  comes ;  he  s  much  bigger." 

"Well,  be  off  with  you ! "  said  the  troll. 

A  little  while  after  came  the  second 
billy  goat  Gruff  to  cross  the  bridge. 

Trip  trap !  trip  trap !  trip  trap  I 
went  the  bridge. 

"  Who 's  that  tripping  over  my 
bridge  ?  "  roared  the  troll. 

"  Oh,  it  s  the  second  billy  goat 
Gruff ;  and  I  'm  going  up  the  hillside 
to  make  myself  fat,"  said  the  billy 
goat,  who  had  n't  such  a  small  voice. 

[93] 


"  Now   I  'm   coming  to  gobble  you 

up,"  said  the  troll. 

"  Oh,    no,    don't    take    me !    wait    a 

little  till  the  big  billy  goat  Gruff  comes ; 

he  's  much  bigger." 

"Very  well,  be  off  with 

you  ! "  said  the  troll. 

But  just  then  came  the 

big  billy  goat  Gruff. 

Trip  trap  !   trip  trap  I 

trip  trap  I   went    the   bridge,   for  the 

billy  goat  was  so  heavy  that  the  bridge 

creaked  under  him. 

"  Who  s    that    tramping    over    my 

bridge?"  roared  the  troll. 

"It's    I,  the   big   billy  goat   Gruff," 
said  the  billy  goat,  who  had  an  ugly, 

hoarse  voice  of  his  own. 

"  Now    I  'm   coming   to   gobble  you 

up,"   roared   the  troll   from   where    he 

lived  under  the  bridge  over  the  brook. 

[94] 


"  Well,  come  along !  "  said  the  big 
billy  goat ;  and  so  he  ran  at  the  troll, 
and  poked  him  with  his  horns,  and 
tossed  him  over  into  the  brook,  and 
after  that  he  went  up  the  hillside  where 
the  two  other  billy  goats  had  gone. 

The  billy  goats  got  so  fat  they  were 
hardly  able  to  walk  home  again ;  and 
if  the  fat  has  n't  fallen  off  them,  why, 
they  are  fat  still ;  and  so,  as  the  Norse 
boys  used  to  say, 

Snip,  snap,  snout, 
This  tale  's  told  out. 

[95] 


QQ 


LITTLE   DAME   CRUMP 

Little  Dame  Crump,  with  her  little 

hair  broom, 
One  morning  was  sweeping  her  little 

bedroom, 
When,  casting  her  little  gray  eyes  on 

the  ground, 
In  a  sly  little  corner  a  penny  she  found. 

"  Ods  bobs ! "  cried  the  dame,  while 
she  stared  with  surprise, 

"  How  lucky  I  am !  bless  my  heart, 
what  a  prize ! 

[96] 


To   market   I  '11   go,  and  a  pig  I   will 

buy, 
And  little  John  Gubbins  shall   make 

him  a  sty." 

So  she  washed  her  face  clean,  and  put 
on  her  gown, 

And  locked  up  the  house,  and  set  off 
for  the  town. 

Then  to  market  she  wrent,  and  a  pur- 
chase she  made 

Of  a  little  white  pig,  and  a  penny  she 
paid. 

When   she  'd    purchased   the  pig,   she 

was  puzzled  to  know 
How   they  both  should   get  home,   if 

the  pig  would  not  go. 
So,  fearing  lest  Piggie  should  play  her 

a  trick, 
She  drove  him  along  with  a  little  crab 

stick. 

[97] 


Piggie  ran  till  they  came  to  the  foot 

of  a  hill, 
Where  a  little  bridge  stood  o'er  the 

stream  of  a  mill. 
Piggie  grunted  and  squeaked,  but  no 

farther  would  go : 
Oh,    fie !    Piggie,    fie !    to   serve    little 

dame  so. 


She  went  to  the  mill,  and  she  borrowed 

a  sack 
To  put  the  pig  in,  and  took  him  on 

her  back. 
Piggie  squeaked   to  get  out,  but  the 

little  dame  said, 
[98] 


"If  you  won't  go  by  fair  means,  why 
you  must  be  made." 

At  last  to  the  end  of  her  journey  she 

came, 
And  was  mightily  glad  when  she  got 

the  pig  hame. 
She  carried  him  straight  to  his  nice 

little  sty, 
And   gave    him   some  hay  and   clean 

straw  nice  and  dry. 

With  a  handful  of  peas  then   Piggie 

she  fed, 
And  put  on  her  nightcap  and  got  into 

bed. 
Having    first    said    her    prayers,    she 

extinguished  the  light, 
And  being  quite  tired,  we  '11  wish  her 

goodnight. 


L99J 


THE  STORY  OF  CHICKEN-LITTLE 

V^hicken-Little  went  into  the  gar- 
den one  day,  —  where  she  had  no  right 
to  be,  —  and  a  cabbage  leaf  fell  upon 
her  tail. 

With  all  her  might  she  ran,  not  once 
stopping  to  look  behind,  and  soon  she 
met  Hen-Pen. 

"  Hen-Pen,  Hen-Pen  !  "  she  cried,  "  the 
sky  is  falling!  I  saw  it;  I  heard  it; 
and  part  of  it  fell  upon  my  tail." 

Then  they  both  ran  until  they  met 
Cock-Lock. 

"  O  Cock-Lock,"  said  Hen-Pen,  "  we 
must  run,  for  the  sky  is  falling !  " 

[100] 


"  Why,  who  told  you  so  ?  "  said  Cock- 
Lock. 

"  Chicken-Little  told  me,"  said  Hen- 
Pen. 

"  And  how  did  Chicken-Little  know  ? ' 

"  She  saw  it,  and  she  heard  it,  and 
part  of  it  fell  upon  her  poor  tail." 

And  now  all  three  ran  as  if  for 
their  lives. 

"  Where  are  you  going  in  such 
haste?"  asked  Duck-Luck,  whom  they 
met  in  the  way. 

"  Run  with  us,  Duck-Luck,  for  the 
sky  is  falling  ! "  said  Cock-Lock. 

"  How  do  you  know?'  asked  Duck- 
Luck  in  fright. 

"  Why,  Hen-Pen  told  me." 

"  But  how  did  Hen-Pen  know?  ' 

"  She  had  it  from  Chicken-Little,  who 
saw  it,  and  heard  it,  and  part  of  it  fell 
upon  her  tail." 

[IOI] 


And  now  they  all  ran,  —  you  never 
saw  such  a  sight,  —  and  by  chance  they 
met  Goose-Loose. 

"  Goose-Loose,"  said  Duck-Luck, 
"  have  you  heard  that  the  sky  is 
falling  ?  " 

"  No,  no,"  said  Goose-Loose.  "  How 
did  you  know  ?  " 

"  Cock-Lock  told  me ;  he  had  it  from 
Hen-Pen;  Chicken- Little  told  her;  she 
saw  it,  and  heard  it,  and  part  of  it  fell 
upon  her  poor  tail." 

And  so  there  were  five  to  run, — 
Goose-Loose,  Duck-Luck,  Cock-Lock, 
Hen-Pen,  and  poor   Chicken-Little. 


[102] 


They  ran  and  ran  till  they  met 
Turkey-Lurkey,  to  whom  they  told 
the  same  tale,  and  he  ran  with  them 
to  get  away  from  the  falling  sky. 


Next,  whom  should  they  meet  but 
the  fox,  who  was  on  his  way  to  the 
wood.  "  Good  day  to  you,"  said  he ; 
"  where  may  you  all  be  going  in 
such  haste  this  fine  morning?" 

[I03] 


"  Fox-Lox,"  said  all  of  them  at  once, 
"  tell  us  what  to  do,  for  the  sky  is 
falling !  " 

"  Ah  ! "  said  the  fox,  "  is  that  so  ? 
Then  I  must  see  what  I  can  do  for 
you.  I  have  a  snug,  safe  little  place 
under  the  ground.  You  shall  all  come 
in  and  stay  till  the  sky  has  fallen,  and 
it  won't  hurt  you  at  all." 

So  they  all  went  in, — Turkey-Lurkey, 
Goose-Loose,  Duck-Luck,  Cock-Lock, 
Hen-Pen,  and  Chicken-Little,  —  into 
the  hole  where  lived  the  cunning  Fox- 
Lox  with  her  hungry  little  cubs.  And 
Fox-Lox  went  in  too,  but  they  never 
came  out  to  see  if  the  sky  had  fallen. 


THE   THREE   BEARS 

Once  upon  a  time  there  were  three 
bears.  They  lived  together  in  a  house 
of  their  own  in  a  wood. 

One  of  them  was  a  Little  Small 
Wee  Bear;  and  one  was  a  Middle- 
sized  Bear ;  and  the  other  was  a  Great 
Huge  Bear. 

They  had  each  a  pot  for  their  por- 
ridge: a  little  pot  for  the  Little  Small 
Wee  Bear;  and  a  middle-sized  pot  for 
the  Middle  Bear;  and  a  great  pot  for 
the  Great  Huge  Bear. 

And  they  had  each  a  chair  to  sit  in : 
a  little  chair  for  the  Little  Small  Wee 
Bear;  a  middle-sized  chair  for  the 
Middle  Bear;  and  a  great  chair  for 
the  Great  Huge  Bear. 

And  they  had  each  a  bed  to  sleep 
in :  a  little  bed  for  the  Little  Small 
Wee    Bear;    a    middle-sized    bed    for 

[105] 


[io6] 


the  Middle  Bear;  and  a  great  bed  for 
the  Great  Huge  Bear. 

One  day  they  had  made  the  porridge 
for  their  breakfast,  and  poured  it  into 
their  porridge  pots.  Then  they  walked 
out  into  the  wood  while  the  porridge 
was  cooling.  They  did  not  wish  to 
burn   their   mouths   by  beginning   too 

soon  to  eat  it.       --*—«,„,«,=,  _  —,  ^^^ 

ID  $  D^§S  §■§ 


In  that  same  far-off  country  there 
lived  a  little  girl.  She  was  called 
Silver  Hair,  because  her  light  curly 
hair  shone  so  brightly. 

She  was  a  sad  romp ;  and  so  rest- 
less she  could  not  be  kept  quiet,  but 

0°7] 


ran  out  and  away,  and  often  without 
leave. 

One  day  she  went  into  the  wood  to 
gather  wild  flowers,  and  into  the  fields 
to  chase  butterflies.  She  ran  here  and 
there  and  everywhere,  till  at  last  she 
found  herself  in  a  lonely  wood. 

There  she  saw  the  snug  little  house 
where  the  three  bears  lived  when  they 
were  at  home. 

First  she  looked  in  at  the  window, 
and  then  she  peeped  into  the  keyhole, 
and  seeing  no  one  in  the  house,  she 
lifted  the  latch. 

The  door  was  not  locked,  for  the 
bears  were  good  bears,  who  did  no  one 
harm,  and  did  not  think  any  one  would 
harm  them. 

So  Silver  Hair  went  in.  And  well 
pleased  she  was  when  she  saw  the 
porridge  on  the  table. 

[108] 


She  tasted  the  porridge  of  the  Great 
Huge  Bear,  and  found  it  too  hot 
for  her. 

Then  she  tasted  the  porridge  of  the 
Middle  Bear,  and  found  it  too  cold 
for  her. 

And  then  she  went  to  the  porridge 
of  the  Little  Small  Wee  Bear,  and 
found  it  neither  too  hot  nor  too  cold, 
but  just  right ;  and  she  liked  it  so  well 
that  she  ate  it  all  up. 

Then  little  Silver  Hair  sat  down  in 
the  chair  of  the  Great  Huge  Bear,  and 
that  was  too  hard  for  her. 

She  sat  down  in  the  chair  of  the 
Middle  Bear,  and  that  was  too  soft 
for  her. 

And  then  she  sat  down  in  the  chair 
of  the  Little  Small  Wee  Bear,  and  that 
was  neither  too  hard  nor  too  soft,  but 
just  right. 

[  io9] 


But  she  sat  in  it  so  hard  that  the 
bottom  fell  out,  and  she  fell  through 
almost  to  the  floor. 

Then  Silver  Hair  went  upstairs  to 
the  chamber  where  the  bears  slept. 

And  first  she  lay  down  upon  the  bed 
of  the  Great  Huge  Bear,  but  that  was 
too  high  at  the  head. 

And  next  she  lay  down  upon  the  bed 
of  the  Middle  Bear,  and  that  was  too 
high  at  the  foot. 

And  then  she  lay  down  upon  the  bed 
of  the  Little  Small  Wee  Bear,  and  that 

[no] 


was  neither  too  high  at  the  head  nor 
at  the  foot,  but  just  right. 

So  she  lay  clown  upon  it  and  fell 
fast  asleep. 

While  little  Silver  Hair  lay  fast 
asleep,  the  three  bears  came  home 
from  their  walk. 

They  thought  their  porridge  would 
be  cool  enough  by  this  time,  and  they 
went  to  breakfast. 

Now  little  Silver  Hair  had  left  the 
spoon  of  the  Great  Huge  Bear  standing 
in  his  porridge. 

-SOMEBODY  HAS  BEEN  AT 
MY  PORRIDGE!"  said  he,  in  his 
great  rough,  gruff  voice. 

And  the  Middle  Bear  looked  at  his 
pot  of  porridge  and  said,  in  his  middle- 
sized  voice : 

"  Somebody  has  been  at  my  por- 
ridge! " 

[in] 


And  the  Little  Bear  looked  at  his 
porridge  and  said,  in  a  little  soft,  wee 
voice : 

"  Somebody  lias  been  at  my  por- 
ridge, and  lias  eaten  it  all  tip  I ' 

And  so  the  three  bears  began  to 
look  about  to  find  the  thief. 

Now  little  Silver  Hair  had  not  put 
the  hard  cushion  straight  when  she 
rose  from  the  chair  of  the  Great  Huge 
Bear. 

-SOMEBODY  HAS  BEEN  SIT- 
TING IN  MY  CHAIR!"  said  the 
Great  Huge  Bear,  in  his  great  rough, 
gruff  voice. 

And  little  Silver  Hair  had  pressed 
down  the  cushion  of  the  Middle  Bear 
when  she  sat  upon  it. 

"  Somebody  has  been  sitting  in 
my  chair!"  said  the  Middle  Bear,  in 
his  middle-sized  voice. 

[112] 


And  you  know  very  well  what  Silver 
Hair  had  done  to  the  third  chair. 

"  Somebody  has  been  sitting  in  my 
chair,  and  has  sat  the  bottom  out !  " 
said  the  Little  Bear,  in  his  little  soft, 
wee  voice. 


Then  the  three  bears  thought  they 
would  search  further;  so  they  went 
upstairs  to  look  into  their  chambers. 

Now  little  Silver  Hair  had  pulled 
the  pillow  of  the  Great  Huge  Bear 
out  of  its  place. 

["3] 


-SOMEBODY  HAS  BEEN  LY- 
ING ON  MY  BED!"  growled  the 
Great  Huge  Bear,  in  his  great  rough, 
gruff  voice. 

And  little  Silver  Hair  had  pulled 
the  pillow  of  the  Middle  Bear  out  of 
its  place. 

"  Somebody  has  been  lying  on  my 
bed!"  said  the  Middle  Bear,  in  his 
middle-sized  voice. 

And  when  the  Little  Small  Wee 
Bear  came  to  look  at  his  bed  the 
pillow  was  in  its  right  place,  but 
upon  the  pillow  was  the  head  of 
little  Silver  Hair,  which  was  not  in 
its  right  place,  for  she  had  no  business 
there. 

"  Somebody  has  been  lying  on  my 
bed — and  here  she  is/"  piped  the 
Little  Small  Wee  Bear,  in  his  little 
soft,  wee  voice. 

["4] 


Little  Silver  Hair  had  heard  in  her 
sleep  the  great  rough,  gruff  voice  of 
the  Great  Huge  Bear,  but  she  was  so 
fast  asleep  that  it  was  like  the  roaring 
of  the  wind,  and  she  did  not  wake. 

And  the  middle-sized  voice  of  the 
Middle  Bear  was  as  if  she  heard  some 
one  speaking  in  her  dream. 

But  when  she  heard  the  little  small, 
wee  voice  of  the  Little  Small  Wee  Bear 
it  was  so  sharp  and  so  shrill  that  it 
woke  her  at  once.  Up  she  jumped ; 
and  when  she  saw  the  three  bears  at 
one  side  she  tumbled  out  at  the  other, 
and  ran  to  the  window. 

Now  the  window  was  open,  for  good, 
tidy  bears  always  open  their  windows 
when  they  get  up  in  the  morning. 

Out  Silver  Hair  jumped,  and  away 
she  ran  into  the  wood ;  and  the  three 
bears  never  saw  anything  more  of  her. 

["5] 


THE   LITTLE   RED   HEN 

There  was  once  a  little  red  hen 
that  lived  in  a  house  by  herself  in  the 
wood.  And  over  the  hill,  in  a  hole  in 
the  rocks,  lived  a  sly,  crafty  old  fox. 

Now  this  crafty  old  fellow  of  a  fox 
lay  awake  nights,  and  prowled  slyly 
about  days,  trying  to  think  how  he 
should  get  the  little  red  hen.  He 
wanted  to  carry  her  home  to  boil  for 
his  supper. 

But  the  wise  little  hen  never  left  her 
house  without  locking  the  door  and 
putting  the  key  safe  in  her  pocket ;  so 
the  old  fox  watched  and  prowled  and 
lay  awake  nights  till  he  grew  pale  and 
thin,  but  he  found  no  way  to  get  the 
wise  little  red  hen. 

At  last  one  morning  he  took  a  big 
bag  over  his  shoulder,  and  said  to  his 
mother: 

[116] 


"  Mother,  have  the  pot  boiling  when 
I  come  home,  for  I  '11  bring  the  little 
red  hen  for  our  supper." 

Away    he  went    over    the    hill    and 
through  the  wood  to 
where    the    red    hen 
lived .  in     her    snug 
little  house. 

Just  at  that  mo- 
ment out  came  the 
little  red  hen  to  pick 
up  sticks  for  her  fire, 
and  in  slipped  the  fox 
and  hid  behind  the  (| 
door. 

In  came  the  hen  in 
a  minute  and  locked  the  door,  and  put 
the  key  in  her  pocket.  When  she  saw 
the  fox  she  dropped  her  sticks  and  flew 
with  a  great  flutter  up  to  the  big  beam 
across  the  house  under  the  roof. 

[i<7] 


"  Ah,"  said  the  sly  fox,  "  I  '11  soon 
bring  you  down."  And  he  began  to 
whirl  around  and  around  and  around, 
faster  and  faster  and  faster,  after  his 
big,  bushy  tail. 

The  little  red  hen  looked  at  him  till 
she  got  so  dizzy  that  she  fell  off  the 
beam  to  the  floor.  The  fox  caught  her 
and  put  her  into  his  bag  and  started 
straight  for  home. 

Up  the  wood  and  down  the  wood 
he  went  with  the  little  red  hen  shut 
tight  in  the  bag.  She  thought  it  was 
all  over  with  her. 

After  a  while  the  fox  lay  down  to 
rest.  Then  she  came  to  her  wits, 
and  put  her  hand  into  her  pocket  and 
took  out  a  bright  little  pair  of  scis- 
sors. With  them  she  snipped  a  hole 
in  the  bag.  She  leaped  out  and  picked 
up  a  big  stone  and  dropped  it  into  the 

[118] 


bag  and  ran  home  as  fast  as  her  legs 
could  carry  her. 

The  fox  waked  up  and  started  again 
with  his  bag  over  his  shoulders.  "  How 
heavy  the  little  red  hen  is,"  he  said, 
"  that  I  am  to  have  for  my  supper." 

His  mother  was  standing  at  the 
door  of  his  den  waiting  for  him. 
"  Mother,'3  he  said,  "  have  you  the  pot 
boiling  ?  '  "  Yes,  to  be  sure ! '  said 
she,  "  and  have  you  the  little  red 
hen  ?  " 

"Yes,  here  in  my  bag.  Lift  the  lid, 
and  let  me  put  her  in,"  said  the  fox. 

The  fox  untied  the  bag  and  held  it 
over  the  boiling  water  and  shook  it. 
The  heavy  stone  fell  into  the  water 
with  a  splash  which  went  up  over  the 
fox  and  his  mother  and  scalded  them. 
And  the  little  red  hen  lived  safe  in  her 
house  in  the  wood. 


THE  STORY   OF   THE   THREE 
LITTLE   PIGS 

1  here  was  an  old  sow  with  three 
little  pigs,  and  as  she  had  not  enough 
to  keep  them  she  sent  them  out  to  seek 
their  fortunes.  The  first  that  went  off 
met  a  man  with  a  bundle  of  straw  and 
said  to  him :  "  Please,  man,  give  me 
that  straw  to  build  me  a  house." 


Which  the  man  did,  and  the  little 
pig  built  a  house  with  it. 

Presently  a  wolf  came  along  and 
knocked  at  the  door  of  the  little  house, 
and  said :  [120] 


"  Little  pig,  little  pig,  let  me  come 
in."    To  which  the  pig  replied : 

"  No,  no,  by  the  hair  of  my  chinny, 
chin,  chin." 

The  wolf  then  answered:  "Then  I  '11 
huff,    and     I  '11    puff, 
and    I  11    blow    your 
house  in." 

So  he  huffed,  and    % 
he  puffed,  and  he  blew 
the  house  in,  and  ate 
up  the  poor  little  pig. 

The  second  little  pig 
met  a  man  with  a  bundle 
of  furze,  and  said  :  "  Please, 
man,  give  me   that   furze   to    build   a 
house." 

Which    the    man    did,   and   the  pig 
built  his  house  with  it. 

Then  along  came  the  wolf,  and  said  : 
"  Little  pig,  little  pig,  let  me  come  in." 

[121] 


"  No,  no,  by  the  hair  of  my  chinny, 
chin,  chin,"  said  the  pig. 

-Then  I'll  puff,  and  I'll  huff,  and 
I  '11  blow  your  house  in." 

So  he  huffed,  and  he  puffed,  and  he 
blew  the  house  in,  and  ate  up  the  poor 
little  pig. 


The  third  little  pig  met  a  man  with 
a  load  of  bricks,  and  he  said :  "  Please, 
man,  give  me  those  bricks  to  build  a 
house  with." 

So   the   man   gave  him   the  bricks, 

and  he  built  his  house  with  them,  and 

[  122] 


the  wolf  came  as  he  had  come  to  the 
other  little  pigs,  and  said : 

"  Little  pig,  little  pig,  let  me  come  in." 

"  No,  no,  by  the  hair  of  my  chinny, 
chin,  chin." 

-Then  I'll  huff,  and  I'll  puff,  and 
I  '11  blow  your  house  in." 

And  he  huffed  and  he  puffed,  and 
he  puffed  and  he  huffed,  and  he  huffed 
and  he  puffed,  but  he  could  not  blow 
down  the  house. 

So  he  said :  "  Little  pig,  I  know 
where  there  is  a  nice  field  of  turnips." 

"  Where  ?  "  said  the  pig. 

"Oh,  in  Smith's  Home-field;  and  if 
you  will  be  ready  to-morrow  morning 
at  six  o'clock,  I  will  call  for  you,  and 
we  will  go  together  and  get  some  for 
dinner." 

"  Very  well,"  said  the  pig;  "  I  will  be 
ready." 

[I23]   ' 


But  the  little  pig  got  up  at  live  and 
got  the  turnips  before  the  wolf  came 
(as  he  did  about  six)  and  said :  "  Little 
pig,  are  you  ready  ?  ' 

The  little  pig  said:  "  Ready !  I've 
been  and  come  back  again,  and  got  a 
nice  potful  for  dinner." 

The  wolf  felt  very  angry  at  this,  but 
thought  that  he  would  get  even  with 
the  little  pig  somehow  or  other. 

So  he  said:  "  Little  pig,  I  know 
where  there  is  a  nice  apple  tree." 

"  Where  ?  "  asked  the  pig. 

"  Oh,  down  at  Merry  Garden,"  replied 
the  wolf ;  "  and  if  you  will  not  deceive 
me,  I  will  come  for  you  at  five  o'clock 
to-morrow  and  get  some  apples." 

Well,  the  little  pig  got  up  next 
morning  at  four  o'clock  and  went  for 
the  apples,  hoping  to  get  back  before 

the  wolf  came ;  but  he  had  far  to  go, 

[124] 


and  had  to  climb  the  tree,  so  that 
just  as  he  was  coming  down  from  it 
he  saw  the  wolf  coming,  which  fright- 
ened him  very  much. 

When  the  wolf  came  up  he  said : 
''Little  pig,  are  you  here  before  me? 
Are  they  nice  apples?" 

"  Yes,"  said  the  pig.  "  Shall  I  throw 
you  down  one  ?  '  And  he  threw  it  so 
far  that  while  the  wolf  was  gone  to 
pick  it  up  the  little  pig  jumped  down 
and  ran  home.  The  next  day  the  wolf 
came  again,  and  said  to  the  little  pig : 

"  Little  pig,  there  is  a  fair  at  Shank- 
lin  this  afternoon.     Will  you  go  ?  ' 

"  Oh,  yes  ! '  said  the  pig  ;  "  I  will  go. 
What  time  shall  you  be  ready  ?  " 

"  At  three,"  said  the  wolf.  So  the 
pig  went  before  the  time,  as  usual,  and 
got  to  the  fair  and  bought  a  butter 
churn.     He  was   going   home  with   it 

[125] 


when  he  saw  the  wolf  coming.  So 
he  crept  into  the  churn  to  hide,  and  by 
so  doing  he  turned  it  round  and  round, 
and  it  rolled  down  the  hill  with  the  pig 
in  it,  which  frightened  the  wolf  so  that 
he  ran  home  without  going  to  the  fair. 

He  went  to  the  pig's  house  and  told 
him  how  frightened  he  had  been  by  a 
great  round  thing  which  came  down- 
hill past  him. 

Then  the  little  pig  said :  "  Ah !  I 
frightened  you  then,  I  did.  I  had 
been  to  the  fair,  and  when  I  saw  you 
I  got  into  the  churn  and  rolled  down- 
hill." 

Then  the  wolf  was  very  angry  in- 
deed, and  declared  that  he  would  eat 
up  the  little  pig  anyhow,  and  that  he 
would  get  down  the  chimney  after  him. 

When  the  pig  saw  what  danger  he 

was  in,  he  hung  a  potful  of  water  and 

[126] 


made  a  blazing  fire,  and  just  as  the 
wolf  was  coming  down  he  took  off  the 
cover  and  in  fell  the  wolf ;  so  then 
the  little  pig  put  on  the  cover  again 
in  an  instant,  boiled  him  up  and  ate 
him  for  supper,  and  lived  safe  and 
happy  ever  afterward. 


[127] 


THE   PANCAKE 

Once  upon  a  time  there  was  a  good 
housewife  who  had  seven  hungry  chil- 
dren. One  day  she  was  busy  frying  pan- 
cakes for  them,  and  this  time  she  had 
used  new  milk  in  the  making  of  them. 
One  was  lying  in  the  pan  frizzling 
away,  —  ah!  so  beautiful  and  thick, — 
it  was  a  pleasure  to  look  at  it.  The 
children  were  standing  round  the  fire, 
and  the  goodman  sat  in  the  corner  and 
looked  on. 

"  Oh,  give  me  a  bit  of  pancake, 
mother!  I  am  so  hungry I"  said  one 
child. 

"  Ah,  do,  dear  mother ! "  said  the 
second. 

"  Ah,  do,  dear,  good  mother !  "  said 
the  third. 

"  Ah,  do,  dear,  good,  kind  mother  I  " 

said  the  fourth. 

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"  Ah,  do,  dear,  good,  kind,  nice 
mother !  "  said  the  fifth. 

"  Ah,  do,  dear,  good,  kind,  nice, 
sweet  mother !  '    said  the  sixth. 

"  Ah,  do,  dear,  good,  kind,  nice,  sweet, 
darling  mother!  "  said  the  seventh. 

And  thus  they  were  all  begging  for 
pancakes,  each  one  more  prettily  than 
the  one  before,  because  they  were  so 
hungry  and  such  good  little  children. 

"  Yes,  children  dear,  wait  a  bit  till  it 
turns  itself,"  she  answered, — she  ought 
to  have  said,  "till  I  turn  it,"  —  "and 
then  you  shall  all  have  pancakes,  beau- 
tiful pancakes,  made  of  new  milk  ;  only 
look  how  thick  and  happy  it  lies  there." 

When  the  pancake  heard  this  it  got 
frightened,  and  all  of  a  sudden  it  turned 
itself  and  wanted  to  get  out  of  the  pan, 
but  it  fell  down  in  it  again  on  the  other 

side  ;  and  when  it  had  been  fried  a  little 

[129] 


on  that  side  too,  and  felt  a  little  stronger 
in  the  back,  it  jumped  out  on  the  floor 
and  rolled  away  like  a  wheel,  right 
through  the  door  and  down  the  road. 

"  Halloo  ! '  cried  the  goodwife ;  and 
away  she  ran  after  it,  with  the  frying 
pan  in  one  hand  and  the  ladle  in  the 
other,  as  fast  as  she  could,  and  the 
children  behind  her,  while  the  goodman 
came  limping  after,  last  of  all. 


"  Halloo  !  won't  you  stop  ?  Catch 
it !  stop  it !  Halloo  there !  "  they  all 
screamed,  the  one  louder  than  the 
other,   trying  to   catch   it   on   the  run, 


but  the  pancake  rolled  and  rolled,  and 
before  long  it  was  so  far  ahead  that 
they  could  not  see  it,  for  the  pancake 
was  much  smarter  on  its  legs  than  any 
of  them. 

When  it  had  rolled  a  time  it  met  a  man. 

"  Good  day,  Pancake,"  said  the  man. 

"Well  met,  Manny  Panny,"  said  the 
pancake. 

"  Dear  Pancake,"  said  the  man,  "don't 
roll  so  fast,  but  wait  a  bit  and  let  me 
eat  you." 

"  When  I  have  run  awray  from  Goody 
Poody  and  the  goodman  and  seven 
coaxing  children,  I  must  run  away 
from  you  too,  Manny  Panny,"  said  the 
pancake,  and  rolled  on  and  on  till  it 
met  a  hen. 

"  Good  day,  Pancake,"  said  the  hen. 

"  Good  day,  Henny  Penny,"  said  the 
pancake. 


"  My  dear  Pancake,  don't  roll  so  fast, 
but  wait  a  bit  and  let  me  eat  you,"  said 
the  hen. 

"  When  I  have  run  away  from  Goody 
Poody  and  the  goodman  and  seven 
coaxing  children,  and  from  Manny 
Panny,  I  must  run  away  from  you  too, 
Henny  Penny,"  said  the  pancake,  and 
rolled  like  a  wheel  down  the  road. 

Then  it  met  a  cock. 

"  Good  day,  Pancake,"  said  the  cock. 

"  Good  day,  Cocky  Locky,"  said  the 
pancake. 

"  My  dear  Pancake,  don't  roll  so  fast, 
but  wait  a  bit  and  let  me  eat  you,"  said 
the  cock. 

"  When  I  have  run  away  from  Goody 
Poody  and  the  goodman  and  seven 
coaxing  children,  from  Manny  Panny 
and  Henny  Penny,  I  must  run  away 
from  you  too,  Cocky  Locky,"  said  the 

[J32] 


pancake,  and  rolled  and  rolled  on  as 
fast  as  it  could. 

When  it  had  rolled  a  long  time  it 
met  a  duck. 

"  Good  day,  Pancake,"  said  the  duck. 

"  Good  day,  Ducky  Lucky,"  said  the 
pancake. 

"  My  dear  Pancake,  don't  roll  so  fast, 
but  wait  a  bit  and  let  me  eat  you,"  said 
the  duck. 

"  When  I  have  run  away  from  Goody 
Poody  and  the  goodman  and  seven 
coaxing  children,  from  Manny  Panny 
and  Henny  Penny  and  Cocky  Locky, 
I  must  run  away  from  you  too,  Ducky 
Lucky,"  said  the  pancake,  and  with 
that  it  fell  to  rolling  and  rolling  as 
fast  as  ever  it  could. 

When  it  had  rolled  a  long,  long  time 
it  met  a  goose. 

"  Good  day,  Pancake,"  said  the  goose. 

I>33] 


"  Good  day,  Goosey  Poosey,"  said  the 
pancake. 

"  My  dear  Pancake,  don't  roll  so  fast, 

but  wait  a  bit  and  let  me  eat  you,"  said 

the  goose. 

"  When  I  have  run  away  from  Goody 

Poody  and    the   goodman    and    seven 

coaxing    children,   and    Manny  Panny 

and   Henny  Penny  and  Cocky  Locky 

and   Ducky  Lucky,   I   must  run  away 


-v*"--  1114 

^^;J^t  ;**■  lm  '€*>»•, 


F 


from   you   too,    Goosey   Poosey,"   said 
the  pancake,  and  away  it  rolled. 

So  when  it  had  rolled  a  long,  a  very 
long  time  it  met  a  gander. 

[134] 


"  Good  day,  Pancake,''  said  the  gander. 

"  Good  day,  Gander  Pander,"  said  the 
pancake. 

"  My  dear  Pancake,  don't  roll  so  fast, 
but  wait  a  bit  and  let  me  eat  you,"  said 
the  gander. 

"  When  I  have  run  away  from  Goody 
Poody  and  the  goodman  and  seven 
coaxing  children,  and  from  Manny 
Panny  and  Henny  Penny  and  Cocky 
Locky  and  Ducky  Lucky  and  Goosey 
Poosey,  I  must  run  away  from  you 
too,  Gander  Pander,"  said  the  pancake, 
and  rolled  and  rolled  as  fast  as  it 
could. 

When  it  had  rolled  on  a  long,  long 
time  it  met  a  pig. 

"  Good  day,  Pancake,"  said  the  pig. 

"  Good  day,  Piggy  Wiggy,"  said  the 
pancake,  and  began  to  roll  on  faster 
than  ever. 

[135] 


"  Nay,  wait  a  bit,"  said  the  pig ;  "  you 
need  n't  be  in  such  a  hurry-skurry ;  we 
two  can  walk  quietly  together  and  keep 
each  other  company  through  the  wood, 
because  they  say  it  is  n't  very  safe  there." 

The  pancake  thought  there  might  be 
something  in  that,  and  so  they  walked 
together  through  the  wood ;  but  when 
they  had  gone  some  distance  they 
came  to  a  brook. 

The  pig  was  so  fat  it  was  n't  much 
trouble  for  him  to  swim  across,  but  the 
pancake  could  n't  get  over. 

"  Sit  on  my  snout,"  said  the  pig, 
"  and  I  will  ferry  you  over." 

The  pancake  did  so. 

"  Ouf  !  ouf ! '  grunted  the  pig,  and 
swallowed  the  pancake  in  one  gulp; 
and  as  the  pancake  could  n't  get  any 
farther,-  -well,  you  see  we  can't  go  on 
with  this  story  any  farther,  either. 

[136]     . 


THE   FOX   AS    HERDSMAN 

vJnce  upon  a  time  there  was  a 
woman  who  went  out  to  hire  a  herds- 
man, and  she  met  a  bear. 

"Whither  away,  Goody?'  said 
Bruin. 

"  Oh,  I'm  going  out  to  hire  a  herds- 
man," answered  the  woman. 

"  Why  not  have  me  for  a 
herdsman  ?  "  said  Bruin. 


"  Well,  why  not  ?  '  said  the  woman. 
"If  you  only  knew  how  to  call  the 
flock  !  Just  let  me  hear  how  you  would 
do  it." 

"  O-ow  !  o-ow !"  growled  the  bear. 

[J37] 


"  No,  no !  I  won't  have  you,"  said 
the  woman,  as  soon  as  she  heard  him 
say  that ;  and  off  she  went  on  her  way. 

So  when  she  had  gone  a  bit  further, 
she  met  a  wolf. 

"  Whither  away,  Goody  ?  " 
asked  the  wolf. 

"  Oh,"  said  she,  "  I  'm 
going  out  to  hire  a  herds-  ^ 
man."    '■  g^g 

"  Why  not  have  me     - 
for  a  herdsman?"  said 
the  wolf. 

"Well,  why  not?   If 
you  could  only  call  the  flock  !    Just  let 
me  hear  how  you  would  do  it,"  said  she. 

"Uh!  uh!"  said  the  wolf. 

"  No,  no ! '  said  the  woman  ;  "  you  '11 
never  do  for  me." 

After  she  had  gone  a  while  longer, 

she  met  a  fox. 

[138] 


"  Whither  away,  Goody  ?  '  asked  the 
fox. 

"  Oh,  I  'm  just  going  out  to  hire  a 
herdsman,"  said  the  woman. 

"  Why  not  have  me  for  your  herds- 
man ?  "  asked  the  fox. 

"  Well,  why  not  ?  "  said  she.  "  If  you 
only  knew  how  to  call  the  flock !  Let 
me  hear  how  you  would  do  it." 

"  Dil-dal-holm,"  sang  out  the  fox  in 
a  fine,  clear  voice. 

"  Yes,  1 11  have  you  for  my  herds- 
man," said  the  woman ;  and  so  she  set 
the  fox  to  herd  her  flock. 

The  first  day  the  fox  was  herdsman  he 
ate  up  all  the  woman's  goats ;  the  next 
day  he  made  an  end  of  all  her  sheep ; 
and  the  third  day  he  ate  up  all  her  cows. 
When  he  came  home  on  the  evening  of 
the  third  day,  the  woman  asked  him 
what  he  had  done  with  all  her  flocks. 

[x39] 


"Oh,"  said  the  fox,  " their  skulls  are  in 
the  stream,  and  their  bodies  in  the  woods." 

Now  the  woman  was  churning  when 
the  fox  said  this,  but  she  thought  she 
might  as  well  step  out  and  look  after 
her  flock;  and  while  she  was  away  the 
fox  crept  into  the  churn  and  ate  up 
the  cream.  When  the  woman  came 
back  and  saw  that,  she  fell  into  such  a 
rage  that  she  snatched  up  the  little  bit 
of  cream  that  was  left  and  threw  it  at 
the  fox  as  he  ran  off,  so  that  he  got  a 
dab  of  it  on  the  end  of  his  tail,  and 
that 's  the  reason  why  the  fox  has  a 
white  tip  to  his  brush. 


[i4o] 


*\J%Z- 


LAZY  JACK 

vJnce  upon  a  time  there  was  a  boy 
whose  name  was  Jack,  and  he  lived 
with  his  mother  upon  a  dreary  common. 
They  were  very  poor,  and  the  old 
woman  got  her  living  by  spinning ; 
but  Jack  was  so  lazy  that  he  would  do 
nothing  but  bask  in  the  sun  in  the  hot 
weather,  and  sit  by  the  hearth  in  the 
winter  time.  His  mother  could  not 
persuade  him  to  do  anything  for  her, 
and  was  obliged  at  last  to  tell  him  that 

if  he  did   not  begin   to  work  for  his 

[i4i] 


porridge,  she  would  turn  him  out  to 
get  his  living  as  he  could. 

This  threat  at  length  roused  Jack, 
and  he  went  out  and  hired  himself  for 
the  day  to  a  neighboring  farmer  for  a 
penny ;  but  as  he  was  coming  home, 
never  having  had  any  money  in  his 
possession  before,  he  lost  it  in  passing 
over  a  brook. 

"  You  stupid  boy,"  said  his  mother, 
"  you  should  have  put  it  in  your  pocket." 

"  I  '11  do  so  another  time,"  replied 
Jack. 

The  next  day  Jack  went  out  again, 
and  hired  himself  to  a  cow  keeper,  who 
gave  him  a  jar  of  milk  for  his  day's 
work.  Jack  took  the  jar  and  put  it  in 
y.he  large  pocket  of  his  jacket,  spilling 
it  all  along  the  way  home. 

"  Dear  me  ! '   said  the  woman  ;  "  you 

should  have  carried  it  on  your  head." 

[142] 


"  I  '11  do  so  another  time,"  replied 
Jack. 

The  following  day  Jack  hired  him- 
self again  to  a  farmer,  who  agreed  to 
give  him  a  cream  cheese  for  his  serv- 
ices. In  the  evening  Jack  took  the 
cheese,  and  went  home  with  it  on  his 
head.  By  the  time  he  got  home  the 
cheese  was  completely  spoiled,  part  of 
it  being  lost,  and  part  matted  with  his 
hair. 

"  You  stupid  lout ! '  said  his  mother; 
"  you  should  have  carried  it  very  care- 
fully in  your  hands." 

"  I  '11  do  so  another  time,"  replied 
Jack. 

The  day  after  this  Jack  again  went 
out,  and  hired  himself  to  a  baker,  who 
would  give  him  nothing  for  his  work 
but  a  large  tomcat.  Jack  took  the  cat, 
and  began  carrying  it  very  carefully  in 

[143] 


his  hands,  but  in  a  short  time  Pussy 
scratched  him  so  much  that  he  was 
compelled  to  let  him  go. 

When  he  got  home  his  mother  said 
to  him,  "You  silly  fellow!  you  should 
have  tied  it  with  a  string  and  dragged 
it  along  after  you." 

"  I  '11  do  so  another  time,"  said  Jack. 

The  next  day  Jack  hired  himself  to 
a  butcher,  who  rewarded  his  labors  by 
the  handsome  present  of  a  shoulder  of 
mutton. 

Jack  took  the  mutton,  tied  it  to  a 
string,  and  trailed  it  along  after  him  in 
the  dirt,  so  that  by  the  time  he  got 
home  the  meat  was  completely  spoiled. 

This  time  his  mother  was  out  of 
patience  with  him,  for  the  next  day 
was  Sunday,  and  she  was  obliged  to 
content  herself  with  cabbage  for  her 
dinner. 

[J44] 


"  You  ninnyhammer ! "  said  she  to  her 
son;  "you  should  have  carried  it  on 
your  shoulder." 

"  I  '11  do  so  another  time,"  replied 
Jack. 

On  the  Monday  Jack  went  once 
more,  and  hired  himself  to  a  cattle 
keeper,  who  gave  him  a  donkey  for 
his  trouble.  Although  Jack  was  very 
strong  he  found  some  difficulty  in 
hoisting  the  donkey  on  his  shoulders  ; 
but  at  last  he  accomplished  it,  and 
began  walking  home  with  his  prize. 
Now  it  happened  that  in  the  course  of 
his  journey  there  lived  a  rich  man  with 
his  only  daughter,  a  beautiful  girl  but 
unfortunately  deaf  and  dumb.  She  had 
never  laughed  in  her  life,  and  the  doc- 
tors said  she  would  never  recover  till 
somebody  made  her  laugh.  Many  tried 
without  success,  and  at  last  the  father, 

[us] 


in  despair,  offered  her  in  marriage  to 
the  first  man  who  could  make  her 
laugh.  This  young  lady  happened  to 
be  looking  out  of  the  window  when 
Jack  was  passing  with  the  donkey  on 
his  shoulders,  the  legs  sticking  up  in 


/*__    -*s\>- 


the  air,  and  the  sight 

was    so    comical   and 

strange  that  she  burst 

into  a  great  fit  of  laughter 

and  immediately  recovered  her  speech 

and  hearing.    Her  father  was  overjoyed, 

and  fulfilled  his  promise  by  marrying 

her  to  Jack,  who  was  thus  made  a  rich 

gentleman.  They  lived  in  a  large  house, 

and  Jack's  mother  lived  with  them  in 

great  happiness  until  she  died. 

[i46] 


THE   STORY  OF   LITTLE   RED 
RIDING   HOOD 

In  a  pleasant  village  far  away,  there 
once  lived  a  little  girl,  who  was  one  of 
the  sweetest  children  ever  seen. 

Her  mother  loved  her  dearly ;  and 
as  to  her  grandmother,  she  said  the  lit- 
tle one  w7as  the  light  of  her  eyes  and 
the  joy  of  her  heart.  This  good  old 
dame  had  a  little  hood  of  scarlet  velvet 
made  for  her  darling;  and  it  wras  so 
becoming  to  the  little  girl  that,  for 
miles  around,  she  was  known  as  Little 
Red  Riding  Hood. 

One  day  her  mother  baked  some 
cakes  and  made  fresh  butter.  "  Go, 
my  dear,"  she  said  to  Little  Red  Rid- 
ing Hood,  "  and  take  this  cake  and  a 
pot  of  butter  to  your  grandmother  and 
see  how  she  does ;  for  she  has  been 
ailing,  I  hear,  and  is  now  ill  in  bed." 

[147] 


Little  Red  Riding  Hood  was  a  will- 
ing child  and  liked  to  be  useful,  and, 
besides,  she  loved  her  grandmother 
dearly.  So  she  put  the  things  in  a 
basket  and  set  out  at  once  for  the  vil- 
lage where  her  grandmother  lived,  on 
the  other  side  of  the  wood. 

Just  as  she  came  to  the  edge  of  the 
wood  Red  Riding  Hood  met  a  wolf, 
who  said  to  her,  "  Good  morning,  Lit- 
tle Red  Riding  Hood."  He  would  have 
liked  to  eat  her  on  the  spot,  but  some 
woodcutters  were  at  work  near  by,  and 
he  feared  they  might  kill  him  in  turn. 

"  Good  morning,  -Master  Wolf,"  re- 
plied the  little  girl,  who  had  no  thought 
of  being  afraid. 

"  And  where  may  you  be  going  ?  ' 
said  the  wolf. 

"  I  am  going  to  my  grandmother's," 

replied  Little  Red  Riding  Hood,  "  to 

[i48] 


take  her  a  cake  and  a  pot  of  butter, 
for  she  is  ill." 

"  And  where  does  poor  grandmother 
live  ?  "  asked  the  wolf. 

"  Down  past  the  mill,  on  the  other 
side  of  the  wood,"  said  the  simple- 
hearted  child. 

"  Well,  I  don't  mind  if  I  go  and 
see  her,  too,"  said  the  wolf ;  "  so  I  '11 
take  this  road,  and  do  you  take  that, 
and  we  shall  see  which  of  us  will  be 
there  soonest." 

He  knew  well  enough  that  he  had 
the  nearest  way,  for  he  could  dash 
through  the  underbrush,  and  swim  a 
pond,  and  so,  by  a  very  short  cut,  bring 
himself  to  the  old  dame's  door.  He 
guessed,  too,  that  the  little  girl  would 
stop  to  gather  strawberries  in  the  wood, 
and  make  a  nosegay  of  sweet  flowers 
for  her  old  grandmother. 

[J49] 


And  sure  enough,  the  wolf,  who 
cared  neither  for  strawberries  nor  wild 
flowers,  was  very  soon  at  the  cottage. 

He  knocked  at  the  door  with  his 
paw,  thump  !  thump  ! 

"  Who  is  there?  "  cried  grandmother. 

"It's  I,  your  grandchild,  Little  Red 
Riding  Hood,  come  to  see  how  you 
are,  and  to  bring  you  a  cake  and  a  pot 
of  butter,"  said  the  wolf,  as  well  as  he 
could.  He  made  his  voice  sound  like 
that  of  the  little  girl. 

"Pull  the  bobbin,  and  the  latch  will  fly 
up,"  called  grandmother  from  her  bed. 

The  wolf  pulled  the  bobbin,  and  in 
he  went.  Without  a  word  he  sprang 
upon  the  old  woman  and  ate  her  up  in 
no  time,  for  he  had  not  tasted  food  for 
three  days. 

Then  he  shut  the  door,  and  got  into 
the  grandmother's  bed,  but  first  he  put 

[150] 


on  her  cap  and  nightgown.  He  laughed 
in  his  sleeve  to  think  of  the  trick  he 
was  to  play  upon  Little  Red  Riding 
Hood,  who  must  soon  be  coming. 

All  this  time  Little  Red  Riding 
Hood  was  on  her  way  through  the 
wood. 

She  stopped  to  listen  to  the  birds 
that  sang  so  sweetly  over  her  head, 
she  picked  the  sweet  strawberries  that 
her  grandmother  liked,  and  she  made 
a  bright  nosegay  of  the  flowers  that 
sprang  all  along  her  way. 

A  wasp  buzzed  about  her  head  and 
lighted  on  her  flowers.  "  Eat  as  much 
as  you  like,"  she  said,  "  only  do  not 
sting  me."  He  buzzed  the  louder,  but 
soon  flew  away. 

And  a  little  bird,  a  tomtit,  came 
and  pecked  at  the  strawberries  in  her 
basket.     "  Take  all    you   want,    pretty 

[151] 


tomtit,"  said  Little  Red  Riding 
Hood ;  "  there  will  still  be  plenty  left 
for  grandmother  and  me."  "  Tweat, 
tweat,"  sang  the  bird,  and  was  soon 
out  of  sight. 

And  now  she  came  upon  an  old 
dame  who  was  looking  for  cresses. 
"  Let  me  fill  your  basket,"  she  said  ;  and 
she  gave  her  the  bread  she  had  brought 
to  eat  by  the  way. 

The  dame  soon  rose  and,  patting  the 
little  maid  upon  the  head,  said,  "  Thank 
you,  Little  Red  Riding  Hood ;  and 
now,  if  you  should  meet  the  green 
huntsman  as  you  go,  pray  give  him  my 
respects,  and  tell  him  there  is  game  in 
the  wind." 

Little  Red  Riding  Hood  looked  all 
about  for  the  green  huntsman.  She 
had  never  seen  or  heard  of  such  a 
person  before. 

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At  last  she  passed  by  a  pool  of 
water,  so  green  that  you  would  have 
taken  it  for  grass.  As  often  as  she 
had  passed  that  way  she  was  sure  that 
she  had  never  seen  it  before.  There 
she  saw  a  huntsman,  clad  all  in  green. 
He  stood  looking  at  some  birds  that 
flew  above  his  head. 

"  Good  morning,  Mr.  Huntsman," 
said  Little  Red  Riding  Hood ;  "  the 
water-cress  woman  sends  her  respects 
to  you,  and  says  there  is  game  in  the 
wind." 

The  huntsman  nodded.  He  bent  his 
ear  to  the  ground  to  listen ;  then  he 
took  an  arrow,  and  strung  his  bow. 
"  What  can  it  mean  ?  '  thought  the  lit- 
tle girl. 

She  came  soon  to  her  grandmother's 
cottage  and  gave  a  little  tap  at  the 
door.    "Who's  there?"  cried  the  wolf. 

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The  hoarse  voice  made  Little  Red 
Riding  Hood  start,  but  she  said  to 
herself,  "  Poor  grandmother  must  have 
a  bad  cold." 

"It's  I,  your  Little  Red  Riding 
Hood,"  she  said.  "I've  come  to  see 
how  you  are,  and  to  bring  you  a  pot  of 
butter  and  a  cake  from  mother." 

"  Pull  the  bobbin,  and  the  latch  will 
fly  up,"  called  the  wolf.  Little  Red 
Riding  Hood  did  so,  and  went  inio 
the  cottage. 

"  Put  the  cake  and  butter  on  the 
table,"  said  the  wolf ;  "  then  come  and 
help  me  to  rise."  He  had  turned  his 
face  away  so  that  she  saw  only  the 
grandmother's  white  cap. 

She  took  off  her  things,  and  went  to 
the  bed  to  do  as  she  had  been  bidden. 
"Why,  grandmother,"  she  said,  "what 
long  arms  you  have !  " 

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"  The  better  to  hug  you,  my  dear," 
said  the  wolf. 

"  And,  grandmother,  what  long  ears 
you  have ! " 

"  The  better  to  hear  you,  my  dear." 

"  But,  grandmother,  what  great  eyes 
you  have ! " 

"  The  better  to  see  you,  my  dear." 

"  But,  grandmother,  what  big  teeth 
you  have ! " 

"  The  better  to  eat  you  with,  my 
dear,"  said  the  wolf;  and  he  was  just 
going  to  spring  upon  poor  Little  Red 
Riding  Hood,  when  a  wasp  flew  into 
the  room  and  stung  him  upon  the  nose. 

The  wolf  gave  a  cry,  and  a  little 
bird  outside,  a  pretty  tomtit,  said, 
"  Tweat,  tweat ! '  This  told  the  green 
huntsman  it  was  time  to  let  fly  his 
arrow,  and  the  wolf  was  killed  on  the 
spot. 

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LITTLE    ONE    EYE,    LITTLE    TWO 
EYES,  AND   LITTLE   THREE 

EYES 

PART   ONE 

1  here  was  a  woman  who  had  three 
daughters.  The  eldest  was  called  Lit- 
tle One  Eye,  because  she  had  only  one 
eye  in  the  middle  of  her  forehead ;  the 
second,  Little  Two  Eyes,  because  she 
had  two  eyes  like  other  people ;  and 
the  youngest,  Little  Three  Eyes,  be- 
cause she  had  three  eyes,  one  of  them 
being  also  in  the  middle  of  the  fore- 
head. Because  Little  Two  Eyes  looked 
no  different  from  other  people,  her  sis- 
ters and  mother  could  not  bear  her. 
They  said :  "  You  with  your  two  eyes 
are  no  better  than  anybody  else ;  you 
do  not  belong  to  us."  They  knocked 
her     about,    they    gave     her     shabby 

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clothes,  and  food  which  was  left  over 
from  their  own  meals ;  in  short,  they 
vexed  her  whenever  they  could. 

It  happened  that  Little  Two  Eyes 
had  to  go  out  into  the  fields  to  look 
after  the  goat ;  but  she  was  still  quite 
hungry,  because  her  sisters  had  given 
her  so  little  to  eat.  She  sat  down  on  a 
hillock  and  began  to  cry,  and  she  cried 
so  much  that  two  little  streams  ran 
down  out  of  each  eye.  And  as  she 
looked  up  once  in  her  sorrow,  a  woman 
stood  near  her,  who  asked,  "  Little  Two 
Eyes,  why  do  you  cry  ?  " 

Little  Two  Eyes  answered  :  "  Have  I 
not  need  to  cry  ?  Because  I  have  two 
eyes  like  other  people,  my  sisters  and 
mother  cannot  bear  me ;  they  push  me 
out  of  one  corner  into  another,  they  give 
me  shabby  clothes,  and  I  have  nothing 
to    eat    but  what    they  leave.    To-day 

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they  have  given  me  so  little  that  I  am 
still  hungry." 

The  wise  woman  said :  "  Little  Two 
Eyes,  dry  your  eyes,  and  I  will  tell  you 
something  that  will  keep  you  from  ever 
being  hungry  again.  Only  say  to  your 
goat,  '  Little  goat,  bleat ;  little  table, 
rise,'  and  a  neatly  laid  table  will  stand 
before  you  with  the  most  delicious  food 
on  it,  so  that  you  can  eat  as  much  as 
you  like.  And  when  you  are  satisfied, 
and  do  not  want  the  table  any  more, 
only  say,  '  Little  goat,  bleat ;  little 
table  away,'  and  it  will  all  disappear 
before  your  eyes."  Then  the  wise  wto- 
man  went  out  of  sight. 

Little  Two  Eyes  thought,  "  I  must 
try  directly  if  what  she  has  said  is 
true,  for  I  am  much  too  hungry  to 
wait."  So  she  said,  "  Little  goat,  bleat; 
little  table,  rise  " ;  and  scarcely  had  she 

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uttered  the  words  when  there  stood 
before  her  a  little  table,  covered  with  a 
white  cloth,  on  which  were  laid  a  plate, 
knife  and  fork,  and  silver  spoon.  The 
most  delicious  food  was  there  also,  and 
smoking  hot,  as  if  it  had  just  come 
from  the  kitchen.  Then  Little  Two 
Eyes  said  the  shortest  grace  that  she 
knew,  "  Lord  God,  be  our  guest  at 
all  times,  Amen,"  began  to  eat,  and 
found  it  very  good.  And  when  she 
had  had  enough,  she  said,  as  the  wise 
woman  had  taught  her,  "  Little  goat, 
bleat ;  little  table,  away."  In  an  instant 
the  little  table  and  all  that  had  stood 
on  it  had  disappeared  again.  "  That  is 
a  beautiful,  easy  way  of  housekeeping," 
thought  Little  Two  Eyes,  and  was 
quite  happy  and  merry. 

In  the  evening,  wThen  she  came  home 
with  her  goat,  she  found  a  little  earthen 

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dish  with  food,  which  her  sisters  had 
put  aside  for  her,  but  she  did  not  touch 
anything  —  she  had  no  need.  On  the 
next  day  she  went  out  again  with  her 
goat,  and  let  the  few  crusts  that  were 
given  her  remain  uneaten.  The  first 
and  the  second  times  the  sisters  took 
no  notice ;  but  wThen  the  same  thing 
happened  every  day,  they  remarked  it, 
and  said :  "  All  is  not  right  with  Lit- 
tle Two  Eyes ;  she  always  leaves  her 
food,  and  she  used  formerly  to  eat 
up  everything  that  was  given  her. 
She  must  have  found  other  ways  of 
dining." 

In  order  to  discover  the  truth,  they 
resolved  that  Little  One  Eye  should 
go  with  Little  Two  Eyes  when  she 
drove  the  goat  into  the  meadow,  and 
see  what  she  did  there,  and  whether 

anybody  brought  her  anything  to  eat 

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and  drink.  So  when  Little  Two  Eyes 
set  out  again,  Little  One  Eye  came 
to  her  and  said,  "  I  will  go  with  you 
into  the  field,  and  see  that  the  goat 
is  taken  proper  care  of,  and  driven  to 
good  pasture." 

But  Little  Two  Eyes  saw  what  Lit- 
tle One  Eye  had  in  her  mind,  and  she 
drove  the  goat  into  long  grass,  saying, 
"  Come,  Little  One  Eye,  we  will  sit 
down  ;  I  will  sing  you  something."  Lit- 
tle One  Eye  sat  down,  being  tired  from 
the  unusual  walk,  and  from  the  heat  of 
the  sun,  and  Little  Two  Eyes  kept  on 
singing,  "  Are  you  awake,  Little  One 
Eye?  Are  you  asleep,  Little  One 
Eye?'  Then  Little  One  Eye  shut  her 
one  eye,  and  fell  asleep.  And  when 
Little  Two  Eyes  saw  tfeat  Little  One 
Eye  was  fast  asleep,  and  could  not  be- 
tray anything,  she  said,  "  Little  goat, 

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bleat ;  little  table,  rise,"  and  sat  herself 
at  her  table,  and  ate  and  drank  till 
she  was  satisfied ;  then  she  called  out 
again,  "  Little  goat,  bleat ;  little  table, 
away,"  and  instantly  everything  dis- 
appeared. 

Little  Two  Eyes  now  woke  Little 
One  Eye,  and  said,  "Ah!  Little  One 
Eye,  you  pretend  to  watch,  and  fall 
asleep  over  it,  and  in  the  meantime 
the  goat  could  have  run  all  over  the 
world  ;  come,  we  will  go  home."  Then 
they  went  home  together,  and  Lit- 
tle Two  Eyes  again  left  untouched 
in  her  little  earthen  dish  the  food 
which  had  been  put  aside  for  her. 
When  the  mother  asked  Little  One 
Eye  why  her  sister  would  not  eat 
she  could  not  tell,  but  said,  as  an  ex- 
cuse, "Oh,  I  fell  fast  asleep  out  there 

in  the  field." 

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PART    TWO 

The  next  day  the  mother  said  to 
Little  Three  Eyes,  "  This  time  you 
shall  go  and  see  if  Little  Two  Eyes 
eats  out  of  doors,  and  if  any  one  brings 
her  food  and  drink,  for  she  must  eat 
and  drink  secretly." 

Then  Little  Three  Eyes  went  to  Lit- 
tle Two  Eyes  and  said,  "  I  will  go  with 
you  and  see  whether  the  goat  is  taken 
proper  care  of,  and  driven  to  good  pas- 
ture." But  Little  Two  Eyes  saw  what 
Little  Three  Eyes  had  in  her  mind, 
and  drove  the  goat  into  long  grass,  and 
said  as  before,  "  We  will  sit  down  here, 
Little  Three  Eyes ;  I  will  sing  you 
something."  Little  Three  Eyes  seated 
herself,  being  tired  from  the  walk  and 
the  heat  of  the  sun,  and  Little  Two 
Eyes  began  the  same  song  again,  and 

sang,  "  Are  you   awake,    Little   Three 

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Eyes?'  But  instead  of  singing  then 
as  she  should,  "  Are  you  asleep,  Little 
Three  Eyes  ?  '  she  sang,  through  care- 
lessness, "  Are  you  asleep,  Little  Two 
Eyes  ?  "  and  went  on  singing,  "  Are  you 
awake,  Little  Three  Eyes  ?  Are  you 
asleep,  Little  Two  Eyes  ? '  So  the 
two  eyes  of  Little  Three  Eyes  fell 
asleep,  but  the  third  did  not  go  to  sleep 
because  it  was  not  spoken  to  by  the 
verse.  Little  Three  Eyes,  to  be  sure, 
shut  it,  and  made  believe  to  go  to  sleep, 
but  only  through  slyness ;  for  she 
winked  with  it,  and  could  see  every- 
thing quite  well.  And  when  Little 
Two  Eyes  thought  that  Little  Three 
Eyes  was  fast  asleep  she  said  her  lit- 
tle sentence,  "  Little  goat,  bleat ;  little 
table,  rise,"  ate  and  drank  heartily,  and 
then  told  the  little  table  to  go  away 
again :  "  Little  goat,  bleat ;  little  table, 

[166] 


[•67] 


away."  But  Little  Three  Eyes  had 
seen  everything.  Then  Little  Two 
Eyes  came  to  her,  woke  her,  and  said: 
"  Ah !  Little  Three  Eyes,  have  you 
been  asleep  ?  You  keep  watch  well ! 
Come,  we  will  go  home."  And  when 
they  got  home  Little  Two  Eyes  again 
did  not  eat,  and  Little  Three  Eyes  said 
to  the  mother :  "  I  know  why  the  proud 
thing  does  not  eat ;  when  she  says  to 
the  goat  out  there,  '  Little  goat,  bleat ; 
little  table,  rise,'  there  stands  a  table 
before  her,  which  is  covered  with  the 
very  best  food,  -  -  much  better  than  we 
have  here ;  and  when  she  is  satisfied 
she  says,  '  Little  goat,  bleat ;  little 
table,  away,'  and  everything  is  gone 
again.  I  have  seen  it  all  exactly.  She 
put  two  of  my  eyes  to  sleep  with  her 
little  verse,  but  the  one  on  my  fore- 
head luckily  remained  awake." 

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Then  the  envious  mother  cried  out, 
"  Shall  she  be  better  off  than  we  are? ' 
She  fetched  a  butcher's  knife  and  stuck 
it  into  the  goat's  heart,  so  that  it  fell 
down  dead. 

When  Little  Two  Eyes  saw  that, 
she  wrent  out  full  of  grief,  seated  her- 
self on  a  hillock,  and  wept  bitter  tears. 
All  at  once  the  wise  woman  stood  near 
her  again,  and  said,  "  Little  Two  Eyes, 
why  do  you  cry  ?  " 

"  Shall  I  not  cry  ? '  answered  she. 
"  The  goat  who  laid  the  table  so  beau- 
tifully every  day  when  I  said  your  little 
verse  has  been  killed  by  my  mother ; 
now  I  must  suffer  hunger  and  thirst 
again." 

The  wise  woman  said,  "  Little  Two 
Eyes,  I  will  give  you  some  good  ad- 
vice.   Beg  your  sisters  to  give  you  the 

heart  of  the  murdered  goat,  and  bury 

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it  in  the  ground  before  the  house  door, 
and  it  will  turn  out  lucky  for  you." 
Then  she  disappeared,  and  Little  Two 
Eyes  went  home  and  said  to  her  sis- 
ters, "  Dear  sisters,  give  me  some  part 
of  my  goat ;  I  don't  ask  for  anything 
good,  only  give  me  the  heart." 

Then  they  laughed  and  said,  "  You 
can  have  that  if  you  do  not  want  any- 
thing  else."  Little  Two  Eyes  took  the 
heart,  and  buried  it  quietly  in  the  even- 
ing before  the  house  door,  after  the  ad- 
vice of  the  wise  woman. 

Next  morning,  when  the  sisters  woke, 
and  went  to  the  house  door  together, 
there  stood  a  most  wonderful  splendid 
tree,  with  leaves  of  silver,  and  fruit  of 
gold  hanging  between  them.  Nothing 
more  beautiful  or  charming  could  be 
seen  in  the  wide  world.     But  they  did 

not  know  how  the  tree  had  come  there 

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in  the  night.  Little  Two  Eyes  alone 
noticed  that  it  had  grown  out  of  the 
heart  of  the  goat,  for  it  stood  just 
where  she  had  buried  it  in  the  ground. 

Then  the  mother  said  to  Little  One 
Eye,  "  Climb  up,  my  child,  and  gather 
us  some  fruit  from  the  tree." 

Little  One  Eye  climbed  up,  but  when 
she  wanted  to  seize  a  golden  apple,  the 
branch  sprang  out  of  her  hand ;  this 
happened  every  time,  so  that  she  could 
not  gather  a  single  apple,  though  she 
tried  as  much  as  she  could. 

Then  the  mother  said,  "  Little  Three 
Eyes,  do  you  climb  up ;  you  can  see 
better  about  you  with  your  three  eyes 
than  Little  One  Eye  can." 

Little  One  Eye  scrambled  down, 
and  Little  Three  Eyes  climbed  up.  But 
Little  Three  Eyes  was  no  cleverer,  and 
might  look  about  her  as  much  as  she 

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liked-  -the  golden  apples  always  sprang 
back  from  her  grasp.  At  last  the 
mother  became  impatient,  and  climbed 
up  herself,  but  could  touch  the  fruit 
just  as-  little  as  Little  One  Eye  or  Lit- 
tle Three  Eyes ;  she  always  grasped 
the  empty  air. 

Then  Little  Two  Eyes  said,  "  I  will 
go  up  myself ;  perhaps  I  shall  prosper 
better." 

"  You  ! '  cried  the  sisters,  "  with 
your  two  eyes,  what  can  you  do  ? ' 

But  Little  Two  Eyes  climbed  up,  and 
the  golden  apples  did  not  spring  away 
from  her,  but  dropped  of  themselves 
into  her  hand,  so  that  she  could  gather 
one  after  the  other,  and  brought  down 
a  whole  apronful.  Her  mother  took 
them  from  her,  and  instead  of  her  sis- 
ters, Little  One  Eye  and  Little  Three 
Eyes,  behaving  better  to  poor  Little 

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Two  Eyes  for  it,  they  were  only  en- 
vious of  her  because  she  alone  could 
get  the  fruit,  and  behaved  still  more 
cruelly  to  her. 

PART    THREE 

It  happened,  as  they  stood  together 
by  the  tree,  one  day,  that  a  young 
knight  came  by. 

"  Quick,  Little  Two  Eyes,"  cried  the 
two  sisters,  "  creep  under,  so  that  we 
may  not  be  ashamed  of  you,"  and  threw 
over  poor  Little  Two  Eyes,  in  a  great 
hurry,  an  empty  cask  that  stood  just  by 
the  tree,  and  pushed  also  beside  her  the 
golden  apples  which  she  had  broken  off. 

Now,  as  the  knight  came  nearer,  he 
proved  to  be  a  handsome  prince,  who 
stood  still,  admired  the  beautiful  tree 
of  gold  and  silver,  and  said  to  the  two 
sisters : 

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"  To  whom  does  this  beautiful  tree 
belong?  She  who  gives  me  a  branch 
of  it  shall  have  whatever  she  wishes." 

Then  Little  One  Eye  and  Little 
Three  Eyes  answered  that  the  tree  was 
theirs,  and  they  would  break  off  a 
branch  for  him.  They  both  of  them 
gave  themselves  a  great  deal  of  trouble, 
but  it  was  of  no  use,  for  the  branches 
and  fruit  sprang  back  from  them  every 
time. 

Then  the  knight  said,  "  It  is  very 
wonderful  that  the  tree  belongs  to  you, 
and  yet  you  have  not  the  power  of 
gathering  anything  from  it." 

They  insisted,  however,  that  the  tree 
was  their  own  property.  But  as  they 
spoke  Little  Two  Eyes  rolled  a  few 
golden  apples  from  under  the  cask,  so 
that  they  ran  to  the  feet  of  the  knight ; 
for  Little  Two   Eyes  was  angry  that 

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Little  One  Eye  and  Little  Three  Eyes 
did  not  tell  the  truth. 

When  the  knight  saw  the  apples  he 
was  astonished,  and  asked  where  they 
came  from.  Little  One  Eye  and  Little 
Three  Eyes  answered  that  they  had 
another  sister,  who  might  not,  how- 
ever, show  herself,  because  she  had 
only  two  eyes,  like  other  common  peo- 
ple. But  the  knight  desired  to  see  her, 
and  called  out,  "  Little  Two  Eyes,  come 
out!"  Then  Little  Two  Eyes  came  out 
of  the  cask  quite  comforted,  and  the 
knight  was  astonished  at  her  great 
beauty,  and  said,  "  You,  Little  Two 
Eyes,  can  certainly  gather  me  a  branch 
from  the  tree." 

"  Yes,"  answered  Little  Two  Eyes, 
"  I  can  do  that,  for  the  tree  belongs  to 
me."  And  she  climbed  up  and  easily 
broke    off    a    branch,    with    its    silver 

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leaves  and  golden  fruit,  and  handed  it 
to  the  knight. 

Then  the  knight  said,  "  Little  Two 
Eyes,  what  shall  I  give  you  for  it?  ' 

"  Oh,"  answered  Little  Two  Eyes, 
"  I  suffer  hunger  and  thirst,  sorrow  and 
want,  from  early  morning  till  late  even- 
ing; if  you  would 
take  me  with  you 
and  free  me,  I  should 
be  happy." 

Then  the  brave 
knight  lifted  Little 
Two  Eyes  on  his 
horse,  and  took  her 
home  to  his  paternal  castle.  There  he 
gave  her  beautiful  clothes,  food  and 
drink,  as  much  as  she  wanted,  and 
because  he  loved  her  so  much  he 
married    her,    and    the    marriage    was 

celebrated  with  great  joy. 

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Now,  when  Little  Two  Eyes  was 
taken  away  by  the  handsome  knight, 
her  sisters  envied  her  her  happiness 
very  much.  "  The  wonderful  tree  re- 
mains for  us,  though,"  thought  they ; 
"  and  even  though  we  cannot  gather 
any  of  its  fruit,  every  one  will  stand 
still  before  it,  and  come  to  us  and  praise 
it."  But  the  next  morning  the  tree  had 
disappeared,  and  all  their  hopes  with  it. 

Little  Two  Eyes  lived  happy  a  long 
time.  One  day  two  poor  women  came 
to  her  at  the  castle  and  be^gfed  alms. 
Little  Two  Eyes  recognized  her  sisters, 
who  had  fallen  into  such  poverty  that 
they  had  to  wander  about  and  seek 
their  bread  from  door  to  door.  Little 
Two  Eyes  took  good  care  of  them, 
for  they  had  both  repented  from  their 
hearts  the  evil  they  had  done  their  sis- 
ter in  their  youth. 

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vjtirls  and  boys, 

Come  out  to  play, 
The  moon  doth  shine  as  bright  as  day ; 

Leave  your  supper, 

And  leave  your  sleep, 
And  come  with  your  playfellows  into 

the  street. 

Come  with  a  whoop, 

Come  with  a  call, 
Come  with  a  good  will  or  come  not  at 

all. 


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A  mule  going  uphill 30 

An  old  woman  sweeping  her  house 44 

As  I  was  going  to  St.  Ives 32 

As  John  and  Jane  went  through  the  lane 15 

Baa,  baa,  black  sheep 3 

Bat,  bat,  come  under  my  hat 21 

Betty  Pringle  had  a  little  pig 15 

Blow,  wind,  blow  !  and  go,  mill,  go  ! 16 

"  Bow-wow,"  says  the  dog 6 

Brow  bender 28 

Bye,  Baby  Bunting 24 

Chicken-Little,  The  Story  of 100 

Chinese  Mother  Goose  Rhymes 29 

Cock-a-doodle-doo  ! 12 

Cock  Robin 34 


o 


Curly  Locks  !  Curly  Locks  ! 1 

Daffy-down-dilly 9 

Dance,  little  baby,  dance  up  high 25 

Ding,  dong,  bell 1 

Don't  be  Cruel 30 

Down  in  a  dark  dungeon 38 

Elizabeth,  Elspeth 33 

Eye  winker 28 

Face  Game 29 

Face  Plays 27 

Fingers  and  Toes 26 

Fox  as  Herdsman,  The 137 

Girls  and  boys 178 

Good  night .     .     .  31 

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Great  A,  little  a 2 

Hark,  hark!  the  dogs  do  bark 17 

Here  sits  the  Lord  Mayor 27 

Hey  !  diddle  diddle 9 

Hickory,  dickory,  dock 2 

House  that  Jack  built,  The 61 

Humpty  Dumpty  sat  on  a  wall 38 

Hush-a-bye,  baby 31 

I  had  a  little  husband 56 

I  '11  tell  you  a  story 70 

I  love  sixpence,  pretty  little  sixpence 57 

If  I'd  as  much  money  as  I  could  spend 81 

If  wishes  were  horses 81 

I  saw  a  ship  a-sailing 54 

I  saw  three  ships  come  sailing  by 58 

In  marble  walls  as  white  as  milk 38 

Jack  and  Jill  went  up  the  hill 4 

Jack  Sprat  could  eat  no  fat 4 

Knock  at  the  door     .     .    • 29 

Ladybird  and  the  Fly,  The 84 

Lazy  Jack 141 

Little  Betty  Blue 10 

Little  Bo-Peep 51 

Little  Boy  Blue 13 

Little  Dame  Crump 96 

Little  eyes  see  pretty  things 30 

Little  Jack  Horner 14 

Little  Miss  Muffet 21 

Little  One  Eye,  Little  Two  Eyes,  and  Little  Three  Eyes  157 

Little  Red  Hen,  The 116 

Little  Red  Hen  and  the  Grain  of  Wheat,  The    ...  82 

Little  Red  Riding  Hood,  The  Story  of 147 

Little  Robin  Redbreast 5 

London  bridge  is  broken  down 71 

Lucy  Locket  lost  her  pocket 13 

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Mistress  Mary,  quite  contrary 7 

Motion  Rhymes 23 

My  father  he  died,  but  I  can't  tell  you  how  ....  53 

My  true  love  lives  far  from  me 78 

Old  Dame  Twitchet 33 

Old  Mother  Goose 73 

Old  Mother  Hubbard 66 

Old  Woman  and  her  Eggs,  The 19 

One  misty,  moisty  morning 11 

Pancake,  The 128 

Pat-a-cake,  pat-a-cake,  baker's  man  ! 26 

Polly,  put  the  kettle  on 17 

Pulling  the  Saw 29 

Pussy-cat,  Pussy-cat 5 

Rain,  rain,  go  away 15 

Ride,  baby,  ride 23 

Robin's  Yule  Song,  The 88 

Rub-a-dub-dub 5 

See  a  pin  and  pick  it  up 77 

See-saw,  Marjory  Daw,  Jenny  shall  have 25 

See-saw,  Marjory  Daw,  Sold  her  bed 14 

Senses,  The 30 

Shoe  the  horse 28 

Simple  Simon 75 

Sing  a  song  of  sixpence 7 

Some  mice  sat  in  a  barn  to  spin 18 

The  King  of  France  went  up  the  hill 70 

The  man  in  the  wilderness  asked  me yy 

There  was  a  little  man  and  he  had  a  little  gun  ...  42 

There  was  a  man  in  our  town •     .     .  32 

There  was  an  old  man 16 

There  was  an  old  woman,  as  I  've  heard  tell ....  19 

There  was  an  old  woman  tossed  up  in  a  basket      .     .  14 

There  was  an  old  woman  who  lived  in  a  shoe    ...  8 

This  is  the  house  that  Jack  built 61 

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This  is  the  way  the  ladies  ride 23 

This  is  the  way  we  wash  our  clothes 59 

This  little  cow  eats  grass 26 

This  little  pig  went  to  market 26 

Thistle-Seed 30 

Thistle-seed,  thistle-seed 30 

Three  Bears,  The 105 

Three  Billy  Goats  Gruff 92 

Three  blind  mice,  see  how  they  run  ! 3 

Three  Kittens,  The 39 

Three  little  kittens  lost  their  mittens 39 

Three  Little  Pigs,  The  Story  of  the 120 

Three  wise  men  of  Gotham 10 

To  market,  to  market 24 

To  Please  the  Baby 23 

Tom,  Tom,  the  piper's  son 4 

Trot,  trot  to  Boston -4 

Two  legs  sat  upon  three  legs 78 

Vespers •   '. 31 

Warm,  hands,  warm 21 

We  pull  the  big  saw 29 

What  are  little  boys  made  of? 18 

When  I  was  a  bachelor 55 

When  Jacky  's  a  very  good  boy 2 

Who  killed  Cock  Robin  ? 34 


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